every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!
The trees are in their winter slumber,
Glazed with ice and snow
The sun kissing their icy branches creates a crystal illusion
Stars twinkling in daylight hours
They are beholden to me
I love the quiet beauty of a winter tree
Sleep sound,
Blessed shade, and bloom, and life
Winter’s slumber soon will be over.
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