Sunday, January 9, 2011

Sunday Morning Sky

We look out at the winter landscape  to see the bones of trees stark against the Sunday sky.
     The frozen pond with the  benches abandon  until summer comes.

              The Crows bench empty no time to gossip now.

Life is all memory except for the one present moment
that goes by so quick you  can hardly catch it going.
Tennessee Williams

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