Wow
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
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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