I
stare out my window . . .
The
snow is frozen on the ground –
The
birds are flying all around,
The
south mountain stands quietly
As
if to say, “I know you see me!”
Then thoughts rush in . . .
Thinking
of the places I’ve been,
But
something else stirs my spirit!
A
noise – the fireplace just lit –
And
then I’m reminded of you,
And
the hell we have been through!
I
stare out my window . . .
“Never
get complacent with life
Because
there will always be strife!”
Thomas
Theophilus© January 27, 2026
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