Last Day

On that last day

At minus eight degrees

With the sunrise

Whipped with black clouds,

A threatening grey blanket

And blue skies peeping,

It was like most

Last days,

You know the mixture,

Pain, sadness,

Apprehension,

Anticipation

Peeking.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:56 AM December 31, 2014

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