As I look into the gorgeous blue. I see a jet,fresh from the airport, streak by. Remnants of the snow. They refuse to go. Amazingly, icicles hang on. Of course theyre in the shade. Morning traffic swiftly moves along. Birds are singing their song. Winds are still. Yet, as I sip my cup I can feel the chill. Turning toward the sun, I bask in the glow. Bright beams of sunlight pervade. As the outside worlds sound invades. I actually see a small insect slow. But, still right by me, it does fly. Thus, an interesting winter morns view.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 16:50:21 +0000
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