I watch from upon my swiveling perch,
Praying I never tire of the beauty below;
The cold waters boil in the wind,
Creating a diamond encrusted
Surface dancing in the sunlight;
Fractured reflections of the sky,
Slithering through the grounds,
Adding bling to this new year eve’s day,
And harboring in the Year of the Snake.
Be well,
Monty

you are on a creative roll!
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Haha! Yes!! Helps to have a break from work!
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Happy New Year Monty! A lovely poem to commemorate the start of the year of the snake!
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Thank you 🙏
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