A Boxing Day - An Observation - Poem by David Harris
The sun is out and Christmas is here
no snow but the trees are bare.
There was a frost this morning
and steam rising from wooden fences
as the sun came out to play.
The sky was blue no clouds in sight it
could have been a summers day
in the depth of December.
No cold breeze or harsh winds
had greeted the day.
The sun is now setting with a bright crimson glow,
is it predicting a nice day tomorrow,
for that we will just have to wait
until the morning sunrise greets the new day.
26 December 2013
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