#NPM2018: Prompt 4

Brrr.  But here we are. (Where are we again?)

2 thoughts on “#NPM2018: Prompt 4

  1. On this side
    of the lens,
    the world
    remains golden,
    a hue of
    other days,
    fading away.
    Nostalgia tumbles
    from the sky,
    the truck’s plow
    clearing a path
    for today.
    We live
    in metaphor.

    – Kevin

  2. Warming Up

    To wake with cold and venture forth
    To leave the warmth of winter home
    And brave the cold and dark alone.

    To trudge through freshly fallen snow
    To scrape a windshield squeaky clear
    And wind blows doubts, increases fear.

    We push it back. We move along.
    Small steps forward, seldom wrong
    This chance is short. The night so long.

    For here it is, another chance.
    To face the cold, and dance the dance.
    (Be patient, please. Adjusting stance.)

    — Bud Hunt
    April 4th, 2018


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