Even as we are just barely emerging from one of the coldest, snowiest winters since I was a kid, I couldn't help but smile at the snow flurry mixed with sunshine, warm air, and blue sky as I opened the door just now.
March Poem 2015
Open door. . .warm
High Sun shines on
White flakes flurrying across
Blue sky
Smile
5 comments:
Are you in Maine? That just happened here as we left the woods from our snowshoe-bug fluffy snow flakes while the sun was peeking through the clouds!
Massachusetts
Everyone's poetry today makes me feel like I need to give it a stab. I'm not one for poems, but you have inspired me!
It seems spring wants to arrive but winter won't pack up and leave.
Snow/Sun showers are the best! So much hope there.
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