Different Days
I’m sitting in the sunshine
While my brother shovels snow.
Here the daffodils are blooming;
His still have a ways to go.
Many inches of the white stuff
Have been falling in the west.
It’s the norm for Colorado,
As his shovel can attest.
Though our days are very different.
On our phones we get to see
Piles of snow outside his window
And a sunny bench for me.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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