Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
Winter has its sting. We all must lay fallow now, and rest for the spring.
We are all hiding. I am behind my glass wall, you’re all in your dreys.
The snow has settled The power has come back on The Solstice begins
The howling wind came chasing crows into hiding as Christmas lights dance
The pale winter sky another pale winter sky winter marches on
The rising tide 