Merry Christmas

From the Monkey Man family to all of you - a very Merry Christmas.

QUIET!

Quietly it churns.

Grinding through old memories,

real or imaginary.

Real are discarded.

Imaginary are embellished.

Fed.

Given fangs and claws

that will tear

at its creator.

Churning.

Ever churning.

Rest and silence be damned.

Winter's Fog

The fog rode in

on the back of winter's cold,

piercing with its icy chill

any warmth it could find.

Disfiguring all in its path

with an enveloping blur.

Monochrome reigned.

Stealing color

as it rolled over the countryside.

Feathers fluffed.

Hair on ends.

Heat - a precious commodity

with frozen fog ravaging the land.

Stopping the flow - A Sunday 160

The usually rapid stream

flowed slowly.

Bogging down

by unseen forces.

Ever slower,

then finally halting.

Dammed by

the on rush itself.

Mall exits at Christmas.

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This is a Sunday 160.
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