Dark gray skies today. Mourning doves matched the color. A poets true realm.
Trails were icy slick. The spies came in from the cold. I wish for palm trees.
Merry Christmas all. Joyous yule logs burning bright. The elves are resting.
Christmas Eve again. So different this time ‘round. Zoom is not “down home”.
A hard cold wind blew down from frigid mountain snow. Now days grow longer.