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A Winter Day

This day
 the morning hours snag and drag away,
 the moments from morning sunrise
 is bland, dull white gray upon my eyes.
The night brought quiet and softer snow
 lightly dusting brown grass that does not grow
 and nothing seems to stir or move
 even bird and squirrel seek nothing to prove.
No efforts, no need, desire or talk
  break the slow movement of the clock walk,
  and the hours of this day inch forward in lag
  waiting on the sun for games of tag.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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