Wake to a foreign land,
heavily silent.
The earth keeps
secrets smothered
under cold, crisp layers.
Blanketing, blizzard
buries all.
Not a babbling bird
tells its tale,
nor murmuring mammal
speaks its story.
Whispering world of
words unsaid.
Our past is
entombed deep.
Truth suffocates us
beneath a
pure, white face.
gorgeous photo….lovely sentiment to the poem too.
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Thank you 🙂
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Ahhhh. We’re under wraps here, too. 13 inches of the white stuff. But the GOOD news is that I spied two bluebirds at our feeder this morning! Take that, secretive heavily blanketed Earth! ❤
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I love it when the first signs of spring start appearing. 🙂
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