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Mid Winter.
An early dusk begins to beckon,
silver clouds paint grey the sky
a slow eyed sun winks shy of
face behind the chill of winter’s eve.
Birds now silent, feather fluffed
eye the autumn’s back-turned grace.
An early dusk begins to beckon,
silver clouds paint grey the sky
a slow eyed sun winks shy of
face behind the chill of winter’s eve.
Birds now silent, feather fluffed
eye the autumn’s back-turned grace.
Glad Winter Is Over
No froliking out in it this year - gray and too long this one. Early rising sun is my thing! Just got back from taking a walk. My back is turned on gray skies - slc :D
Thank you so much for reading
Thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment, spring has finally shown her face, hopefully I can find more inspiration now. Xx