March Winter
The ice on the waterfall
sparkles like crystal diamonds
glittering and glistening in the sun
but the icy chill wafts in the fires glow
subtle cool breezes bluster the day
and March enters hanging onto winter's last dream.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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