The world is flocked white
and I stretch my toes searching for your lingering warmth.
Absent.
It’s slow on the road today,
highway’s slick and I wish I could take a sick day.
Absent.
The world is flocked white
like it’s powdered me on the trees; I’m empty.
Absent.
The world is flocked white
I want to abrogate responsibility and hibernate.
Absent.
Shawn L. Bird 
Very interesting evolution of “Absent” here
Thanks.
On days like that, my sentiments, exactly!
Your words feel like powdery snow. I love it! Yes, I’m ready to hibernate.
So happy we have a 3 day weekend starting tomorrow.
Really beautiful photo – not a absent of mood!;)
It’s not nearly as astonishingly lovely as it was along the lake, where I was composing this poem as I drove to work!
😊