Wednesday, November 11, 2015


a wet snow,
soaked shoes and socks, it's a cold day,
the sun has not appeared on the horizon,
only a dim grey sky to capture the heart
my fingertips pressed into the snow on a
lone wrought iron picnic table in a courtyard.
it's quiet, the dog is sniffing around in the 
bushes looking for any food the squirrels 
dropped on the way up the tree, this is her
mine is to find beauty in the early morning,
it is never difficult in the summer, spring,
fall and winter, 
I watch the leaves change colors and 
finally fall to the ground,
It is winter now.
let the snow cover everything with
its beauty.

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