On a cloudy Monday morning . . . my gift to you.
Please feel free to share a couple with me in the comments too . . .
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my windshield wipers
swishing summertime hoppers
the trout are happy
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fuzzy memories
dancing in the frozen air
drinking on Boone’s Farm
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the long wait for spring
out of the darkest storage
the tulips bloom bright
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his nighttime canvas
medicine for the madness
swirls of stars blaze bright
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Bye,
Nik
2 comments:
her hair is slipping
over her shoulders like ink
whole worlds stop and stare
i am so bad at these. they just don't go in my head... i like to read them however. :)
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