Walking in

Winter woods

Inner thoughts

Constant companion



From nearby dead tree

Crows call to each other

Across open fields

Spicy smell of dried leaves

Entices the nose

Clear, blue skies

Visible all the way

To the stratosphere


–Jim Bennett,


Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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