A Winter 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.
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