frigid wind –
a snowdrift and the dogs
at the back door
--
winter painting –
mostly grays
on my palette
--
warm spell . . .
the snowman leans
into the sun
--
icy wind —
the dead spider
spins in its web
.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
frigid wind –
a snowdrift and the dogs
at the back door
--
winter painting –
mostly grays
on my palette
--
warm spell . . .
the snowman leans
into the sun
--
icy wind —
the dead spider
spins in its web
.
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