January sun
bright through tree branches
reaches the other side
of the room, and I lower
the window shade
to see my screen
and write a poem

January sun
bright through tree branches
reaches the other side
of the room, and I lower
the window shade
to see my screen
and write a poem
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I really like this poem, Ellen. The movement of the sun is a wonderful way to mark the passing of the months.
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Dear Linda, Thank you
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Well penned dear. Your beautiful words create a pure image
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Thank you
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i hear u🙂🙂.
keep going
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