Bright
the bush
has the
single bird
a leaf
some twigs
red
berries
and the promise
of a lying
winter
in a few
many
months.
Love,
Muse
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Three-hundred-and-sixty-five
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, berries, bird, bushes, change, climate, cold, emerging seasons, emotion, environment, fear of the future, life, nature, plantlife, plants, poetry, red, seasons, spring, summer, the future, tree, trees, twig, twigs, warmth, Wildlife, winter on March 22, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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