A ribbon of snow lingers after the storm
On the road leading to and from my home,
Tying the silky fog to the landscape shadows
Of houses and trees hiding in the mist.
The on coming headlights are dim with caution,
Like the gold, cold eyes of a stranger just
Passing through...
I sigh, driving on!
3: 41 p.m.
December 31,2009
Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year, Dorothy