We Can Survive
As the days march steadily toward spring
Warmer weather the forecast guarantees,
Leaves are budding on the sycamore trees
Morning breaks, the purple buntings sing.
While Mother Nature hums herself alive
Whispering breezes pass through the air
Small, furry creatures forage without a care
Proof again a harsh winter we can survive.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written March 19, 2022
Brian Strand Poetry Soup Contest
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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