Today,
everything is white and grey;
muted, I suppose.
But I have
a warm heart,
a sort of hopefulness
that comes with the pairing
of geese, ducks and gulls
on the pond.
Their sounds,
welcomed and all
about life and living.
Twos.
1 thought on “March 20, 2015”
Oh for the “old” songsters;no mike down their throat and you understodd every word they sang !!!
Oh for the “old” songsters;no mike down their throat and you understodd every word they sang !!!