.
When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
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by Scooj
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Tag: Sun
Spring arrives
.
Small cotton wool clouds
dot a vast expanse of blue;
a welcome return.
.
by Scooj
Close to perfect
.
Late walking to work
little traffic, bright sunlight
bish, bash, bosh; sorted.
.
by Scooj
Winter interrupted
These days are special
a cool sun punctures the clouds
offering respite.
by Scooj
Melt
Where early frost lay
only damp traces remain
winter sunshine melt.
by Scooj
Spending pennies
.
Under clean blue skies
the puppy and I share time
scouting the garden.
.
by Scooj
Dawn
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
