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Flowers show their faces
Chin up, to the morning sun
Stretching, as a new day
Shines, upon each one
Yet, further in the distance
The snow has just begun
Newly fallen, it appears
Perhaps, winter is not done
Mother Nature, once again
Continues playing games
Every year’s no different
She always takes the blame
It’s how she keeps her stature
Tis her universal claim to fame
Else, if things were boring
You might forget her name
She’s a blending of the seasons
By using a touch of her hand
You may think otherwise, but
She has this whole thing planned
Her touch creates the wonder
We admire across the land
With her palette, full of colors
Things always look so grand
So, when you see the flowers
But, the hills are full of snow
You can’t imagine life, without
This amazing, living, show
Give thanks to Mother Nature
As you watch her beauty grow
Be sure she knows you’re grateful
For decorating Earth just so
March Writing Prompts – A new fallen snow – Day 1/31
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Beautiful in every season, Dorinda. She’s playing games with us this year, but spring is surely on its way. Lovely poem. 😀
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She’s keeping us on our toes! Thank you, Diana 😀
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A true account of our most powerful Mother Nature! Snow abounds, but March has arrived. The blending…as you say. I so enjoyed your poem today.
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Thank you very much, Elizabeth! I hope March is kind to us.
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