Winter Day
Here she sits
Gazing out the window ...
Snow covered trees... icy roads
Radio says: Stay inside...
So here she sits...
Watching
Waiting...
Once an awhile a squirrel moves...
Or deer picks its way across this frozen landscape
Muted music plays in the background....
Strains of violins, and sweet flutes
The day crawls along... and she remembers
Days of childhood....
Time to reflect....to enjoy the pristine beauty
Gazing out the window ...
Snow covered trees... icy roads
Radio says: Stay inside...
So here she sits...
Watching
Waiting...
Once an awhile a squirrel moves...
Or deer picks its way across this frozen landscape
Muted music plays in the background....
Strains of violins, and sweet flutes
The day crawls along... and she remembers
Days of childhood....
Time to reflect....to enjoy the pristine beauty
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