Urban Front Porch

Frost succumbs the landscape,
A whispering song
Flies by with a harmonious tune
Sprinting a chill down the spine.

I sit alone, in my
Cubby dark cave
Separated from the world
Of noise and chaos.

Rocking in rhythmic time,
The rustic scent of soil,
And minty flavor refreshes the morn
As they float with elegant grace.

The tips grasp a partner,
Swirling circles in a waltz
Down the street, their gone,
Ten seconds of peaceful bliss.

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