Winter snow:
~Swirling, whirling death
~~White feathers sliding down the
~~~Gap at my collar
Trees in spring:
~Loveliest ladies
~~Strolling down the avenue
~~~Parasols held high
Lake in summer:
~Shimmering puddle
~~With quicksilver fish darting
~~~Cool, come wade and splash
Air in autumn:
~Crisp, sharp, cool scent
~~Brushes soft fingers on cheeks
~~~Making them glow red
by ANGEL BROOKINS
It's beautiful, thank you so much for all of your hard work!!
ReplyDeleteYou are doing a great job with your magic touches I just gave you a foundation to build on. LOL, BDC
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