December 29

Gray pencil trees sketch shadow clouds

On a late December sky,

While the wind waits with baited breath

And the palest of yellow suns peers serenely

Unafraid at the mounting bank of gray

That gives truth to the forecast

Of snow before morning.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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