Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Windows on the Storm

A handsome little cat sits in the living room's morning light.


Snow brushes past a warm kitchen table.


And blankets our bedroom.
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1 comment:

gone to the dogs said...

what a sweet winter poem you've created.

December 24, 2007 at 10:56 AM

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