Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, January 08, 2025

Slips Away

 Winter white graces the hills,

 in an uncanny canvas in still.

The rainbow stretched across the sky

a brief vision of nature penned in time.


I gazed on out the window as I've done before,

leaving behind yesterday to see what today has in store.

There is always a little magic that graces the day 

as I reach on out and hold it before it slips away.



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