There Are Times
Listening hours where trees are calling
Whispering in the daylight
And the darkness deepens to hide my thoughts in the mist
There are the large pines where I sit near it all and think about
what may come next - what might be - what has been
Life sighs and sometimes creates a cold rush
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2023
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