Thursday, January 3, 2019

Sun’s rare peak
Such gray work
Changes mind

A brisk wind
Two hands holding
Four feet gliding

Cold and brisk
Hot and Bliss
Cup to lips

Pitch black
Coyotes shriek, lights on

Gray sky
Only sleet
Salt dome full

Old cat
His back
To the cooling fireplace

A sliver of sun
Darkening shadows
December afternoon

Birds crying
Heading south
Winter escape

Thin sunlight
Falling on snow
New Year’s dawn

Icy morning
Squirrels and birds
Gathering together for breakfast

Frosty sidewalk
Running fast
Cold paws

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