Winter's footsteps
Pressed-
Into the freshly,fallen snow
Creeping behind Fall
Finding decaying leaves
Blanketed under snowflakes
While-
Winter wears a coat of white
Until Spring...
Down here in the swamp it is mostly green, but turning cold, at least cold for us. Supposed to get down close to the thirties tonight. I loved this short, but poignant poem.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Love ya!
Jane
budd
I'm always wondering who passed by.
John
Peace,
Dayvid