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| The skies may be all a-gloom, |
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| The forest may seem dormant |
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| The pond eerie and silent, |
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| But if you look really closely... nature is yawning and waking up. |
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| Something is definitely a-foot! |
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| Pussy Willows Close your eyes And do not peek And I’ll rub Spring Across your cheek... Aileen Fisher |
I can feel it...Spring.
ReplyDeletethis could have been a walk in my neighborhood. and that poem..is a charm.
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Your post made me think of my mentor who taught well into her eighties. Every spring she brought a pussy willow branch for the students to examine. Hurry spring!
ReplyDeleteOh, you are having spring already! Pussy Willows are my favorite!!! Thank You!
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