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Winter Berries

6W6L Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Image by Frauke Riether from Pixabay

Just hanging from the shrub branch

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Covered in pure white snow crystals

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Plump red berries waiting for birds

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A Winter Feast for Wildlife Grazing

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A bright splash of winter color

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The bare branch, rich in fruit

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs