When our first sunny day,
slowly fades to night.
We'll see all the birds
leave, as they take flight.
The Sun slowly slides
down the edge of the sky
with a beautiful sunset
and I ask, "Why?"

The Moon is ashine,
beams sifting
through the clouds below.
A silver color; a fine wine,
reflects on all it touches,
for the Worlds to see.
A night without a Moon,
is not where I will be.

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Brightly shining
until day is done,
are the rays
of a Winter Sun.
No air to warm
my hand and feet.
It may be sunny
but there is no heat.

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Across all the lakes and waters,
fog arises, to begin it's quest,
to cover the plants and tree limbs
with a wetness and to rest
upon the limbs, bare in Winter.

Latent beauty, is always found,
when in the area of Puget Sound.
Look for it near and far.
See the Mountain, in glorious white,
what a picture it is to me.
When the skies clear of rain
and we enjoy our Mountain view, again.

The Frost has covered,
limbs, weeds and grass,
while nipping at new growth
of daffodils in flower beds.
The grape hyacinth, once tall,
have been nipped to the ground,
by the resident rabbit

The rain falls;
laying in puddles,
filling street gutters,
as the drains,
overflow; bubbling up,
as if saying,
"No more rain."
The ground is saturated;
soil wet and deep,
but the sound
of the rain,
on our roof,
makes for a restful
night of sleep.

January 14, 2021

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The Moon is full,
light poked through the leaves
of the towering, majestic Maple trees.
A lonely site on this Halloween eve
to look at the shadows
and how they will appease
the landscape viewed during the day.
A sight to behold; there it would stay.

The path wound through
the stand of trees,
among grassy meadows
and back again to
rise up the slight grade,
into the beauty of
a forest surrounded
by Glades of ferns and
flowers too,
is when I think
about missing you.

The coming darkness
of a long cold night,
comes gradually, once more
as day enters twilight.
When the light of day
dwindles down
and fades away
to a moonlit sky,
with stars a flicker.
We pass the time
but it goes not quicker.
When the dawn breaks
like a clap of thunder,
our night of fun will
still be a wonder.

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