Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A Beautiful Blustery Misty Day

The wind in the trees
Two crows on a house
In the distance you may hear the cry of a mouse.

At a steady pace I watch and listen
As the water trickles down the street
To the squish-thud of my feet

I try not to miss anything
As the chimes join in with their meloncholly tune
I continue take my time as to not get home so soon.

With this weather that's about
It creates a feeling inside of me
The kind that makes me want to jump up in glee

It's too warm for snow
And it's too cold for sweat
But a day like this i'll never forget.

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