Wiggly Sticks

Is this a cup I see before me?
it’s froth doth overflow.
I fear these sullied clouded skies
hang pendulous with snow.

Those winter warmers prick the skin.
My tingling fingers feel,
a discontented pang of guilt.
Cried thoughts cut so surreal.

Atop my vantage point observe
a field of oil and tin.
Combust the dreams of ancient life.
This winter WILL begin.

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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