as fog hangs over
the tops of buildings
touched by limbs
of bare-branched trees
in awe
I feel the autumn morning
this winter
in Manhattan
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
as fog hangs over
the tops of buildings
touched by limbs
of bare-branched trees
in awe
I feel the autumn morning
this winter
in Manhattan