Its Natures Fashion
A country lane sports an icy sheen;
splashes of fir trees, emerald green.
A painted pony stands in the snow,
inside the barn is a newborn foal.
As twiggy timbers don white coats,
hungry ponies dine on fresh oats.
The old red barn stans tall and proud,
beneath the heaven's graying clouds.
All life revels in winter's sleep;
earth's secrets buried ever deep.
The changing seasons wear beautiful cloaks,
as proudly, as all of us other folks.
1-27-2023
YOU DECIDE Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2023
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