Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A light snow falls
Gazing at the thin frozen mirror on the pond
Golden leaves sprinkled on its' surface
3 fish nestled into a winter meditation
No shadows beneath a grey blanket sky
My coffee is warm and so is she

winter breathes down our necks
so we turn to the fire in our souls
to remind us that the world spins
whether we perceive it or not, we
raise a cup of hot joe
embrace all the good in our lives....

......nice one artguy....its what poetry is all about for me....