bright, sunny days
linger each afternoon;
then like a harbinger, the clouds
gather
on the
gray horizon
blotting sunlight from view;
the frozen lakes will soon wear snow
white shrouds.
Living
beneath the cloak
the world suspends breath--rests
in cold slumber, dreaming of a
new birth.
John Daleiden
12-06-04
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