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One Late Wintery Afternoon
by Abbie Johnson Taylor
©2022

With blue sky overhead,
sun no longer warm,
day almost gone,
I snuggle under a blanket in my recliner,
stare out the window at treetop and sky,
all I see with limited vision,
thankful to be safe and warm.

Back Story

One late winter afternoon, while sitting in my recliner, I decided to write a poem about what I could see out a nearby window. I might have been inspired by another poem I was reading at the time, but I don’t remember. This poem was published in the winter quarterly issue of The Avocet. You can click below to hear me read it.