I feel the winter in the air,
I can feel it in my bones.
The mornings cold, and crisp, and fair,
As the north wind softly moans.
The mountains shining, so very bright,
Under snow, so very cold.
In the early morning light,
Truly are magical to behold.
San Jacinto, and San Gorgonio,
Majestic o'er the land.
Reaching always towards the skies,
Inspiring awe in any man.
10/30/10 Alton Texas
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There you go, Juan. You took me right to the spot and I heard the moaning north wind and saw the snow-capped mountains. Like you, I also love California. Very nice poem. 10