Winter Sun

Winter Sun

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Icy the wind crunch crunch my boots on the sidewalk snow chunks. Dark branches of the feeble sidewalk trees bare naked against the double blue diamond sky. Oh yea the sun as emerge from the shadow of the gray building. It’s still a warm sun so glad! Can feel winter sun through the coat sweater shirt undershirt. Saving from chilling to the bones! Thank you winter sun. Then icy the wind reminds me.

Artwork: Winter Sun – Digital Painting – 7.5 x 10 inches – December 8, 2003

2 Responses

  1. Roshi
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    Winter sun warm through your coat, through the icy panes of glass, or are they ink marks of an a wild calligraphy? Bubbling rainbow fence holding back, holding up winter delight!
    yes to January!

  2. Musho
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    Yes to January! There’s joy in the gray slush on Broadway!

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