National Poetry Writing Month: Day 4 – Returning Home

4:05pm
Wednesday,
Parking lot nearly vacant
Daydreaming its own fantasies.
Early evening in
December,
Quiet as leaves
Scrape the cold ground
Brittle then,
Gone now.

4:18pm
Branches quiver
In a light wind against
The changes of night.

4:44pm
Full moon
Rounded pale,
Knocking at my
Rolled up window.

4:55pm
Layered pretty,
White tops and
Pink shine tracing
Cloud’s belly,
My favorite winter type.

4:59pm
Town streetlamps,
Christmas strands coiled in trees,
Traffic lights,
Brake lights, headlights
Flickered, strobed, and glowed.

5:22pm
Hello, home.

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