Winter’s white blanket covers frozen land
Sheltering nature’s glory until spring
Arctic-fed winds seem to blow from glaciers
Sleeping quietly, life conceals its zing
Northernmost Great Lakes transform skies to gray
Flying above, geese enjoy winter’s fling
Small ponds reflect from thick, icy mirrors
Pausing all around, boldness waits for spring
Ancient trees appear to wait in repose
Ignoring life’s deep freeze, buds holding out
Nature’s winter rest, preparing for spring
Arriving tonight, snowstorm’s final shout
Never to worry, winter fades away
Coming on schedule, spring colors each day
Lovely winter poem! ⛄️
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Susan, I appreciate your kind words. The tree buds outside of my home tell me spring should arrive pretty much on schedule.
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I am certainly waiting, perhaps not so patiently, for spring to arrive!
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Aren’t we all! I’ve been catching up on your posts as well as your health scare. I am pleased you found the medical attention which you needed. Take care of yourself.
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thanks, Richard. I am feeling much better…
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