orgami's Diaryland Diary

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minus degrees

cold
so blue
the evening burns
low
across the lake
frozen written with
white fingertips
of wind

baleful sun a pink
tinged escort to
the hour

the cold seeping
swiftly from night
in the east

hunger growls in my
stomach
i need another coffee
to still its voice

sitting catching up here
in a silent house
dozing cats and low
volume television

and the beauty of the
light on the dark
twist of pine through
the thin slats of the
blinds

and that beautiful blue

4:16 p.m. - 2008-12-07

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