A morning portrayed.
A moment observed.
Painting some more pretty pictures of winter.
Something slightly positive about winter days.
Happy new year across the world!
I guess my brain went back to the thing Obama said around the US election night, about how the one thing that was sure, was that the sun would rise in the morning the next day. There’s something nice and comforting about that.
Another wintery poem with a touch of optimism.
Something very short, but sweet.