Jan 19, 2021
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A Beautiful Morning
A sonnet
It’s a beautiful morning but something,
Is not quite right. The ice is almost gone.
January around here used to bring,
Much snow and cold, especially at dawn.
It’s a beautiful morning that invites,
Reflection, like bare branches in water.
In water? It would normally be ice.
Geese fly by as the climate gets warmer.
