Winter Poem
As I stand still every day and night
the snow falls gently down on me.
And when the last snowflake comes upon my branch,
I know that spring is here.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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1 comments:
What a soft, tranquil, lovely poem, Maren! "When winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I can't wait to see you the first week of April. Perhaps spring will have arrived in Long Island by then.
I love you!
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