sunshine

having your own song

stick in your head all day long

is a strange feeling.

it's almost like i'm famous!

the ultimate vanity.

batchatter

just a bit of sun,

a juicy slice of orange,

clings to the hilltops.

the foreclosed Victorian

is aglow with rainbow lights.

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the rain hasn't stopped.

it's been over four days now

it's a soothing sound

as i stay up late to read

i'm glad to go back to work.

batchatter

the wind's loud howling

sings us into the new year

tree shadows dancing

i'm in bed with fuzzy socks,

such pain i can't sing along.

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super blue blood moon a rich red before sunrise alas, blocked by clouds batchatter

trees dressed in fine snow twigs drenched in sharp diamond rings winter white glamour batchatter

i wake up coughing to my third winter sickness this time, it's the flu batchatter

the first fuzzy buds i can feel the trees stirring they dream us toward spring batchatter

by singing her songs, Miriam dispelled their fears, and they crossed the sea. batchatter

fog rises skyward

to unfurl once morning comes

in smoky grey curls

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today feels like Spring

and i am truly reborn

from the warm water

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another year here!

i'm the doomed youth archetype

who keeps cheating death

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only once a year

my batcave is full of life

that night is tonight!

batchatter

i caught the tail end

of the sun rising today,

a little brightness.

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