Soup love

Living out in the Rocky mountains On a snowy winters day  Silence, wapa (snow) music  Everything black and white  No colors in between  Not even, snowflakes make the same shape twice, just like my soup!  My soup is a combination of where I’m at in life You work with what you got A different mix…

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Living out in the Rocky mountains

I took a pic before I started writing

On a snowy winters day 

Silence, wapa (snow) music 

Everything black and white 

No colors in between 

Not even, snowflakes make the same shape twice, just like my soup! 

My soup is a combination of where I’m at in life

You work with what you got

A different mix should change it up

A splash of love should do the magic ✨

As if it’s a trick.

So delicious, have you ever tasted it?

As I adventure out throughout the day

From hauling water 

Feeding horses 

Attending dogs

As I take each step 

Crunch crunch 

Depending on how fast or slow I walk

Snow makes a beat

Crunch crunch crunch 

House Lights beam cold crisp air

Sound travels reflect an echo 

Once snow arrives 

Stars gazing like a daydream

Just imagine a natural glow 

Like a night light 

Moonlove

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