Frost covered blades,
deer dine in pale light.
Concerto of crunches,
meadow wakes,
sunrise.
Trees dusted,
cold, white carpet -
Winter morning.
Hand thrown seeds
wait for birds
squirrels come.
Icy fingers creep
under doors, through sills
chill finds me.
Moonlight's glow
grass shimmers
illusions of white.
Tree tops sway,
windy day.
Birds sing,
squirrels play,
Spring preview.
Hot or cold
indecisive
Mother Nature.
Round and round
a tree trunk playground
for frisky squirrels.
Clouds race,
trees bow.
Wind is king today.
Sun shines -
a stormy night
forgotten.
Sun shines.
Wind blows.
Still winter in the shade.
Forecast of snow,
a sunny day.
Unpredictable nature.
Scattered sticks,
gifts from the wind.
Cold wind blows.
Sun's warmth flies away.
Finches hop
like skimming stones;
looking for seeds.
Shades of gray,
the sky cries...
Icy tears.
Lone wolf
howling
is the wind.
About the Creator
Sara Hudson
I am here in hopes it will motivate me to write everyday in some form and return to one of my earliest passions that has too long been buried.
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