Saturday, January 20, 2018

poem of the day January 20


The fresh sun
upon a mid-January day
is sometimes better 
then the rays of May
Snow glistening 
The sun warm 
The air cold but inviting
The mixing of nothingness
catches the attention of
two birds chatting on
a telephone pole
I watch them fly off
with the morning light on their backs
into the middle of the long month
into the direction of the sun
embracing the hints of spring

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