The light and warmth of the sun, separating,
The white clouds in the sky, a peaceful scene,
Looking out my window, as the air temperature,
Right now, hovering around thirty five.
The beautiful white snow is melting, to water,
Some will evaporate, some will flow,
To Maxwell's Creek at the bottom of the hill,
Then flowing south under the shadow, that is cast,
From Schaubert's Bridge.
As I look out my window,
So much going on, in my mind everything is still.
As planet earth and the sun rotate in the sky,
A small part of God's original plan, to keep us alive,
The bright light is aimed towards my eye's,
I could close the shade, taking the entire picture away,
Myself I will enjoy the moment, knowing there is one day,
For each of us, from the beauty in this life, we will fade away.
The original: Tom Maxwell 1/26/2023 AD
4: 20 pm
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