January is snowing into my coffee cup.
Sinatra is singing Love is Here to Stay.
Birds land on my windowsill
to go on first dates.
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aayoungJanuary is snowing into my coffee cup.
Sinatra is singing Love is Here to Stay.
Birds land on my windowsill
to go on first dates.
2 replies on “January”
Great feeling from such a short piece 🙂
“In time, the Rockies may crumble… Gibraltar may tumble…”
(but a windowsill is forever)