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Danni Gohemi Jan 2017
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
Did you know, horses can handle extremely cold weather better than their owners do? Brrr...
Danni Gohemi Feb 2017
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.
It was 5 PM.  I was washing dishes. My eyes wander. I look through the window and see the deep blue, azure sky and trees glowing in a rich, orange, golden light. It's a winter sunset over city roofs. I quickly grab my cell phone and rush outside to snap photos. It's bitter cold, but the city sunset is beautiful and heartwarming.

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