From here inside I watch my street
The frosty layer on the grass
Protected from the morning chill
exhaling warm breath on the glass.
The rooftops with their icy cloaks
The trees that silhouette the view
All punctuated by the sounds
Of cars and people passing through.
From here inside I watch my street
Herein such warmth and fireglow
Compared to out there such a treat
This week they have predicted snow.
Compared to out there such a treat
This week they have predicted snow.
written by Cheryl Powing
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