Written by: Sara Kendrick

January first twenty thirteen
This New Year's first day nearly gone
It is warm, cloudy, unsettled_
Don't know what will be shown

It looks like snow, but much too warm
Coyotes' pups yap in woods
Someone cuts a treee for a fire
The sounds float through greenwoods_

There's an eerie feel in the air
Not sure what it is now
Is it the quiet before the storm
Or the still of day_wow!

Written late January 1, 2013 out on the porch