Friday, December 30, 2016


All the giants of my youth have fallen,
left the horizon bare.
I found no shelter from last night’s storm.
This morning, fog threw its tattered banners
against the blue-gold sky, unconquered.
New giants strode forth in shawls of mist.
I could not see their faces.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful reflection