Sometimes,
early on
a misty morning,
the tangled threads
of our lives
seem to form
a pattern.
But the Sun
soon puts a
stop to that
wishful thinking.

Random thoughts and poems (and photographs) written in the grammatical tense "Future Imperfect".
David Horton
Sometimes,
early on
a misty morning,
the tangled threads
of our lives
seem to form
a pattern.
But the Sun
soon puts a
stop to that
wishful thinking.