Little one,
the time is now
to sing your winter song.
From your ice-covered perch,
let it carry and fly –
over snow-covered fields
and windswept hills,
deep into the meadows and valleys.
Let the cold wind sweep it
far and wide.
Remind us all that
beauty lives
in frost and bloom alike.

Beautiful, both your poem and your photo! ❤️
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winter bird
raisin and grape
wine on the vine
literally~
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better than those silly animated angry birds.
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Bravo Katie!👏👏👏
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Thank you! 🙂
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So tender and sweet ❤
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Thanks! 🙂
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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Wonderful winter poem
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Reblogged this on Arturo's Stories Bizarre.
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it and shared it. 🙂
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very pretty poem 🙂
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Thank you!
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