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Shrunken Heads

the sun struggles
to get out of bed
on dismal gray days

we shrink from each other
lower our heads

Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

January 5, 2022 at 11:34 AM

This is light and sweet. Nice pen.

January 4, 2022 at 7:26 AM

Catchy title Gershon, you got me. Sometimes I like to just wrap up in the blanket and meditate for a while on a cold morning, but more often, like you mention; adventure of a new day is calling and I'm up and after it. Bill

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 2, 2022 at 10:27 AM

- I'm not a morning bird ... :))) - Happy New Year, Gershon :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

January 2, 2022 at 6:30 PM

At least you're a bird! ~ Tweet, tweet

January 2, 2022 at 8:53 AM

just put on your mask, shout "HI HO SILVER, AWAY".......and bet movin'

January 2, 2022 at 6:29 PM

Sure thing, Tonto!

January 2, 2022 at 2:47 AM

Might as well stay in bed on a cold and miserable winters day lol. Happy New year Gershon Tom

January 2, 2022 at 6:29 PM

Not me, Tom. Oh, no -- not me. I'd rather brave the great outdoors and FREEZE TO DEATH ~ Call me 'Simple Wolf!'

January 1, 2022 at 9:29 PM

Getting out of bed in the winter can be difficult. Everyone else is hiding behind locked doors as well. HNY ~Debra

January 1, 2022 at 9:27 PM

I can picture this vividly. Then the title made me giggle. :D

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