under the fir trees
eyes closed, awaiting the dawn
gently falling rain
Realizing the potential of technology
Walking in the cold
Wind biting through the sunlight
The finch’s motion
such a lovely day
walking in cold sunlight
December’s blessings
moving through the cold
winter’s approaching quickly
still hints of summer
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold