Cold Spring

naked branches

After a visit to New York State to see our 3 grandsons in mid April 2018, we began our journey home to Florida.

The time spent there was one of cold temperatures, damp air and great discomfort.  As we drove through Pennsylvania I looked out the window and what I saw inspired this short poem

 

Naked spindly branch fingers reach up to grab the overhead grey blankets.

They try in vain to pull it down releasing views of a chilly, golden sun under its folds.

Weeping morning skies dampen the joy of a new day.

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