Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, December 16, 2013


I went about remembering the winters of long ago, when building snowmen was the only way to go. Brisk and chilly winters, ice skating on the pond and watching the children sled ride and singing silly songs. Time has quickly passed, no babies have I and find myself reminiscing of that far away time. Looking out the window and all is a blanket of white that cast a glow upon the day with a iridescent light.

Early darkness,
skies of gray with
a blanket of white
and a chill to the day.

Twelve by twelve room,
my computer and I while
I sit here dreaming of
warm summer time.


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