Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A small stone from the Similkameen

January 11th, 2012

I wait for the sun to crest the mountain
it is noon when I venture forth
to feed the small birds and the compost bin

The sky is blue, the sun is shy,
and the air has a sweet winter chill


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  1. BarbJanuary 11, 2012 at 12:53 PM

    A "shy sun" - I like the sound of that. Mine is nonexistent today. It's finally snowing.

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