
River Dougherty 2022
january first two thousand twenty three
fifty degrees
rain
fog rolls heavy over the mountains
whatever is growing
on that tree is the wrong color
smells like rotting leaves
fall decomposition
out from under the ice
the wind, tamed
no longer cruel slicing through layers of clothes
winter
late or not coming this year
i go about my day
we go about our days
About the Creator
River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rodgers vibes.
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