Gathering Moss

Posted on March 9, 2016 by northernteaist

tea cup

Darkness fell, autumnal stealth,
Creeping by the back door,
When there was no room left for words,
Tea flowed,
And took up the space,
Tempered the slap of cruel occasion,
A bitter cup for bitter times.

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