Along the Graybeard Trail
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Evening, Estes Park
The aroma of coffee comforts me
as a slow drizzle falls;
clouds creep down the mountains,
a chill steals into the air.
I grasp my mug tighter,
warmth seeping into my fingers.
The rain increases.
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ANGIE CARROLL
July 7, 2011 at 11:45 PM
Lovely poem. Your powerful imagery lets me feel the cold rain.
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Lovely poem. Your powerful imagery lets me feel the cold rain.
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