Mother nature plays
tossing snow about
this April day
Children rubbing eyes
rousing flakes
that hid all this time
just beneath their lids °`'•.¸
And from where I sit and tap away
in the yellow room among the branches
squirrels flutter frantically about,
discussing dinner plans, disrupted
When will I see you again, o warm yellow sun?
When will the birds return for a duo to
eight fingertips on keys tap-tapping
in my room among the trees?
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in my room among the trees?
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2 comments:
Ohhh... I like!
Thank you, norton.
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