the snow
crunches
beneath
the heavy footsteps
loud
in the silent
night
the sheet of ice
on the river
cracks
as the temperature
plummets
there is
a subversive
transience
in matter
when the air
seems to move
slower
as atoms
vibrate
out of sync
with
the desolate variance
in the end
all succumb
to the gentle
recurve
of lavish
lethargy
that drapes
across
the frozen ground
trounced upon
in wilted
elegance
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Enjoyed spending the last year reading your pieces….here is to the next year giving all of us some Peace and Understanding.
Hope you have a good night Mike, and an even better tomorrow.
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All the same to you, my friend. Happy New Year!
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