gusts of winter wind
rushing toward morning
scraping chairs along the deck
flinging buckshot rain
against my window
I DON’T WANT TO GET UP…
gusts of winter wind
rushing toward morning
scraping chairs along the deck
flinging buckshot rain
against my window
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That was us yesterday morning. There was thick frost this morning, and I still didn’t want to get up!
understand
Confessional . . .
It’s really hot here in Texas!!!
was here as well until about a month ago 🙂