Snow falls light
in the morning sunlight
birds feed and fly
squirrels run and glide
thru trees
way, way up high.
No one knows
what this day will bring
when birds sing, squirrels call
and
winter melts into spring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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That’s beautiful 💞
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Thank You!
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