She brays with unfelt laughter
cold facets of glass gleam
ice cubes crash and splinter
the glass he holds is not so brittle
his face pre-marked by patient caring
and between them sits the dog
a small black balance beam
November ends. NaNoWriMo is behind us and I met the challenge for the third year in a row. This is the final NaBloPoMo challenge post.
What will I do now? Maybe I'll spend more time on yoga (lotus as my older daughter defines it). Or compile another ebook and one more book of poetry. Maybe I'll paint for a while. Maybe I'll take a nap.
Looking outside, I know that snow shoveling is in my immediate future.