danni-gohemi

Evening sun bathes with a warm glow of gold
Tree tops devoid of leaves and roof tops so cold
Frozen power lines stretch high from pole to pole
And cars are parked where neighbors are home.

WINTER SUNSET OVER CITY ROOFS

I own horses, hence I take photos and write short poems that go with them. The latest  poem I wrote was about the first day of bitter cold air and first snow flakes falling, sticking to my horse's mane:

Oh, no! The *Arctic Blast* is here
With gusts of wind and chilly air
And tiny flakes of sparkly white
Much to the horse's great delight