New Year's Eve

Blue and black

with stars and clouds.

Moon shining full,

shadows are shrouds.

We lay on our backs,

gazing into the sky.

Frost seals the ground,

but up here, we can fly.

Past midnight,

past reason.

Ignoring the snow,

the sign of the season.

Breath lingers in air,

we giggle and smile.

That New Year’s Eve

was the best in a while.

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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