Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, November 07, 2014

Outside My Window

Outside my window
the chickadees feed,
the sun is hiding
and there is still a
little green.

Beyond the hills,
where the horizon
meets the clouds,
memories of you
are all around.

Smiles and laughter,
happy ever after,
two hearts racing
with such glee.

Outside my window,
the blue bird sings
saying his goodbye
till the next spring.

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