GREY SKY
MORNING
WASHED
ACROSS THE
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN
SHADES OF
MARBLED
MEMORIES
ROLL THROUGH
MY WATERCOLOR
MIND
A LONE
TRAVELER
HUNCHED IN
HIS OWN PARADE
ALONG THE
COBBLESTONE
GREETS ME
WITH A
WARM SMILE
AND TWINKLING
EYES OF BLUE
THEN VANISHES
IT IS CAPTURED
FOREVER
IN THE ARMS
OF MY THOUGHTS
AS I LONG
FOR...
ANOTHER
GREY SKY
MORNING
AND A
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN......
Bobby Jameson Oct 24. 2010
