winter bird song Jan 30, '09 3:44 PM
The ground is covered with snow,
in the distance in the winter bareness of the trees, a Finch sings it's winter song
The sun slants through beveled
glass, spraying the floor with a kaleidoscope of prism colors like a mini rainbow.
In restlessness of a cold january day.
I too await the coming of winter's end. This day with the sun and the bird song makes me feel fine.i can go for a walk and clear my mind. I shall take my time.
and not rush into things unknown.
tomorrow is another day and another way.
as all things unfold to show me.
the next scene the next play.
LYN©
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 12:31 PM UTC
winter bird song Jan 30, '09 3:44 PM
The ground is covered with snow,
in the distance in the winter bareness of the trees, a Finch sings it's winter song
The sun slants through beveled
glass, spraying the floor with a kaleidoscope of prism colors like a mini rainbow.
In restlessness of a cold january day.
I too await the coming of winter's end. This day with the sun and the bird song makes me feel fine.i can go for a walk and clear my mind. I shall take my time.
and not rush into things unknown.
tomorrow is another day and another way.
as all things unfold to show me.
the next scene the next play.
LYN©
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