When I woke up this morning and put my bare feet on the cold wooden floor I saw the sun create a pattern I’ve missed.
I’ve missed seeing the light paint its strokes on the ground.
When winter comes it is like nature stops for a second. Just for us to make room for appreciation. To appreciate its beauty.
The trees are covered in frost and the sun shines its light on the cold bare ground.
And now as I am about to say good night the moon is hanging high above the trees. As beautiful as this mornings sun. Full and bright.
good night.
Live Henriette 
There is a poet within you!!
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Thank you – appreciate your words! Have a wonderful day
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