January Friday

Such a day
So damnably January
dressed in its mourning
cloak of tattered grey
Shuffling along towards
the approaching death of
day as a grieving father
behind a son’s
horse-drawn
hearse
Not even a bird
to be heard over
the slow
steady
turning
of the wheels

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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