Written in the morning of 26th January 2021. It had been snowing on and off for a couple of days prior. I was looking out of my window onto what was left of the snow on the trees that had been almost completely covered.
Another wintry morning, a blanket of
white embraces the ground.
A perfect day to stay indoors while the snow abounds.
As I watch the birds from my window, sitting in the trees
The air outside seems peaceful, with barely a rustle of the
leaves.
A perfect day to stay indoors while the snow abounds
On this cold and cloudy Tuesday, only the birds make
any sound
The air outside seems peaceful, with barely a rustle of the
leaves
Some snow still hangs from branches like cold cotton sleeves.
On this cold and cloudy Tuesday, only the birds make any
sound
Blue peaks through the turbid sky that mirrors the frosty
ground.
Some snow still hangs from branches like cold cotton sleeves
The white stuff falls from roofs as icicles hang from eaves.
Blue peaks through the turbid sky that mirrors the frosty
ground
Another wintry morning, a blanket of white embraces the
ground.
The white stuff falls from roofs as icicles hang from eaves
As I watch the birds from my window, sitting in the trees.
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