Sun
Glinting
Off white fur:
Could it be time
To celebrate Spring?
I lie still and listen
For birdsong, longing to see
The flutter of wings, the vivid
Hues of wildflowers that line the creek.
When Spring comes, I'll be here to welcome her.
Glinting
Off white fur:
Could it be time
To celebrate Spring?
I lie still and listen
For birdsong, longing to see
The flutter of wings, the vivid
Hues of wildflowers that line the creek.
When Spring comes, I'll be here to welcome her.
by Marilyn MonREOW, from Gentlemen Prefers Blondes
3 comments:
Marilyn that is so wonderful! Thank you for sharing your very beautiful furs and poem with us.
Latte
Marilyn,
Be still my heart.
Your--Mick
Marilyn,
Great sunshine photo and love the poem :)
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