Like a droplet of Spring's heart-blood
on the pale innocence of a Winter's landscape.
The cardinal sits.
Writing the promise of our renewal
on the blank canvas of new-fallen snow.
As we sit...
waiting
on the pale innocence of a Winter's landscape.
The cardinal sits.
Writing the promise of our renewal
on the blank canvas of new-fallen snow.
As we sit...
waiting
This makes me miss the snow. It's been so mild up here so far.
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