Ancient, Architecture, Cold, Elegant

as I was walking
the sun was out
the birds
were singing
took a deep
and began


Photo:  Pixabay

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9 Responses to Today…

  1. bwcarey says:

    new time, new hopes, time to help with good ideas, best of luck, amen

    • 🙂 Fuzzy squirrels. Gray ones live in the suburbs and brown ones live in the city. The brown squirrels are very tough and fearless, the gray ones are not. They’ve done studies and they really do split down a line of gray and brown.

  2. yes! congratulations. 🙂
    great poem. i like the photo too.

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