Out the back door, the night remains
a comfy 28•, the air I draw
far into my lungs
cold, delicious with each breath
a comfy 28•, the air I draw
far into my lungs
cold, delicious with each breath
Standing in slippers, in
zipped up sweatshirt I
zipped up sweatshirt I
toss the split tennis ball so
high in the air as the
pup leaps off the ground
landing in the deep snow
smiling happily to play
high in the air as the
pup leaps off the ground
landing in the deep snow
smiling happily to play
A small spring snowstorm
turns freezing rain
before my eyes the sky
lit as a backdrop of full moon
somewhere beneath the
snow laden clouds and I
find myself counting
all my blessings here
turns freezing rain
before my eyes the sky
lit as a backdrop of full moon
somewhere beneath the
snow laden clouds and I
find myself counting
all my blessings here
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