window
window
the late afternoon
light is the color
of gratitude
wouldn’t you say
as the shadows
grow longer and
the coming chill
pulls us closer
what else is there
but thank you
Peace,
Milton
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These poems are beautiful, Milton. Thank you!
I love “Coming chill pulls us closer…”