Feeling Creative . . .

January 2024    

 It’s dark this time of year. 

The snow is holding off, the rain is here in the mornings.

Ice beats on the windows to a tune every soul living here knows.

The park is cold and empty.

Leaves blow past me rustling, on their way to the dark water.

Who likes this time of year anyway?

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