A shortish day for sure, wish there were more
In the morning my first snow falling down
The new white crystals held a strange allure
But I had to remain inside, ignore
The temptation to tramp through the white land
Early finish, shopped while sunlight still bore
Down on us. Swear the light’s already planned
Its reconquest of Brexit old England
It’s cheering that the spring seems near, but known
At the same time we’re at January’s door
Played guitar, feeling like a one man band
Increasingly I wanna dance around
To my own sound, cavort around the floor!!
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