Foggy morning

My fingers began to get numb
As I slowly inched my way along
Afraid I would slip on the icy, muddy bank,
I placed my feet carefully.
Silence filled the air
As my breath hung like a ghost
Maybe it would be better on the other side.
The worn tread on my shoes did little to help
As I made my way across the icy bridge.

Ahhh, perfect!
Suddenly, a bird, with flapping wings
Startled me almost as much as my quiet click
Must have frightened him.
It's time to head home now -
I've gotten what I set out to find.
May all my Thanksgivings be
As peaceful as this one!

back??

I know it's been a while since I've been on here.  I had too much time on my hands back then and started too many projects at the same time.  I'll try to update my art and send a few blog ideas out there.  They keep coming into my head, but working multiple jobs makes it hard to get them down here.