Sipping strong hot coffee
while peering through the window;
Scraggly hair and sleep filled eyes;
Dreams still fading in the fog.
Leafless trees hibernate
storing energy for Spring;
Dormant grass hangs on to green;
Bird feeders full of diners
Lack of cover lets me see
the pruning that’s still needed;
Clipping off the life impeding;
Trim the wood that won’t bear fruit.
Writers Envy 
What a beautiful writing, Will. I wish you a wonderful holiday season ahead. Merry Christmas and HNY!💝
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Thank you. Your sweet comment made my day 🙂
I wish you a very Merry Christmas and the best New Year ever!
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Thank you so much.😊
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Wow!!! Sooooo beautiful and metaphorical! Just casually dropping an addition to my all-time favorites… perfect for this Sunday morn.
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Thank you, Lady Laura! 🙂
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So good to read a new poem from you. I love the ending. It’s what I’m feeling too. Thanks, Will.
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Thank you, John. The cold days of Winter is a great time to take stock of the things that weigh us down.
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