Freezing yellow sun
Lights up the patches of snow--
December seventh.
Is it winter yet?
It is creeping so slowly
On small frosted paws.
It is creeping so slowly
On small frosted paws.
Tree shadows are etched
On the brown telephone pole--
Lights with darkness.
On the brown telephone pole--
Lights with darkness.
Craggy mountain peaks
Glisten in the morning sun:
Roadside detritus.
Glisten in the morning sun:
Roadside detritus.
Dead brown leaves tremble
In the cold morning breezes.
Bright sun shines through.
In the cold morning breezes.
Bright sun shines through.
From high on the hill
Wind chimes sing to the road
A sad hollow song.
Wind chimes sing to the road
A sad hollow song.
Embraced by shadows
Old house merges into light.
Where is its substance?
Old house merges into light.
Where is its substance?
The woods are singing
This time almost a whisper--
Trivial gossip?
This time almost a whisper--
Trivial gossip?
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