on my way
to wash my face
and I was drawn
as with a child's tugging hand
to approach
and sit and bask
in the golden light
streaming through the
window facing south and east
The mighty sun has won the
tug-of-war with clouds and gray
and today reigns supreme
Queen of the blue sky
Even the bare winter
branches reflect the glow
and me,
I can't stop smiling
as I sip my coffee
and think about the day
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