Tuesday, January 7, 2025

winter musings

 Grateful for a warm breakfast

Grateful to be alive

Grateful for all of you


Sliding

To a skid

On a sharpened blade

The cool feel

Of shredded ice

Hits my bare

Hands

As I shake

Them out

Wishing 

I had some

Shearling gloves

On standby

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