I hope to churn out a poem a day… because it is April.
Sunny, Snowy Morning There is something about The whiteness, Snow covered mountains Trees Shore That glows when The sun touches them That makes my breath Catch in my throat, The weight of it. Pulling down branches Dusting the tops like sugar Reflected in the glass Of the ocean.
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Way to go Beth, you’re doing it!
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