I always told myself when I escaped Texas, it would be different, but …
I always told myself when I escaped Texas, it would be different, but …
Squirrels must still play As crows soar through the grey sky With dancing snowflakes
Summer memories Out of site and out of mind Like forgotten friends
Soaring overhead Spiraling ahead in time Into the future
Snow falls silently As the crows circle above The grumbling plows
Running with squirrels Giant black birds fill the sky The sky turns silver
Just another day The world stops and takes a breath I sit in silence
Making lists again Looking back as the mist clears New Resolutions
Unavoidable The Winter fog and grey skies That hang after storms
This clinging Ivy Standing against winter storms With the screaming crow
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