I trudged through the gelid air,
The grey clouds fat with rain,
But I did not cry.
Our dog barked at the creek,
Confused at its solid state,
And my eyes stayed dry.
Every day is now the same,
Hours morphing into weeks,
Waiting for my tears.
Written for Lynn’s Tuesday Picture Prompt 3 (via Glen McKenzie)
Image by Lynn @ justabitfurther.
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