Mild winter day
One best thing, is a mild winter day
Fresh air, not too hot, beauty on display
Instead of green grass, pure white snow brings light
Even when the sun is completely out of sight
The ice along the brook, forms crystals on the edge
The snow creates patches on the mountain's ledge
All is still , but the birds that I see fly
and an old leaf from fall drifts in air going by
Winter speaks when the wind starts to blow
And the answers stitch together, like something you sow
Heidi Sands
1/9/26
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