A midwinter sun through the clouds doth peek; White egrets decorate a tree, at rest. Shore birds and ducks on the water, seek, Food as they dive and bob in their quest. Buds on a branch portend early spring And give one a sense of hope and gladness. Evoking such a desire to sing, Rather than contemplate social madness. Reflections of mountains mirror the bay; Walkers on trails with their dogs, besotten. Providing for all a glorious day; Cares and woes for the moment, forgotten.
Lori Cole
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