Fill
Your lungs
With
Clean, crisp
Air
Stroll the
Path
Without
A
Care
Words
Waves Of Color
Ocean of
Tulips
Unabated
Flows
Coming in
View
Amazement
Grows
A
Willing victim
I would
Be
Should this
Tsunami
Swallow
Me
Word of the Day: Ocean
A Patch Of White
Just
A
Residue
Of
Snow
Not
Enough
For a
Big
Show
Sure
As
Winter
It will
Grow
Word of the Day: Frosty
In A Tumble
Leaves
So softly
Drifting
Down
Void of
Fanfare
Or a
Sound
Sprinkled in
White
To be
Found
Out of My Write Mind 