Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, February 26, 2017

ugh ...winter



 I see much clearer with my eyes closed, 
    as visions of loving you makes itself known. 

The birds come and go,
they don't know what to do,
one day like hot summer and
the next winter shines on thru.

Today the sky is dark and gray,
with snowflakes gently falling
as a stark reminder that the
season of winter still reigns.

I looked behind the clouds
for that bright shining blue
with a little hope and faith
to see these last days thru.


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