F Words

by braveandrecklessblog

Fatigue hangs on me

like heavy ornaments

on a late February Christmas tree

branches brittle and bare

needles dropping to floor


in half-finished projects

incomplete thoughts

good–but soon forgotten– intentions

so much aromatic debris

carelessly spilling around my feet


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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