The landscape, frosted white and crispWith dark branches reaching towards the misty skyLike black gloved fingers only just visible say 'hi'While foggy strata conceal things, Valley veiled.And as the sun appears, o'er the hills,Melting frost: rooves drip and crows craw,Owners whistle and call...For their dogs. Tis peace and contentment That envelope my week.Today I think … Continue reading Living With Gratitude