Snow does not stop her from hanging out laundry. The smell of fresh wintry clothes and sheets overpowers the snow and cold. Although house dryers are today’s means of drying clothes, it still feels good to go back in time.
This is the day of the snow.
This is the second day after the snow.
It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
A summer Poem
Children blow on my puff ball crown
and watch my feathery seed
float gently to the ground.
Proudly I wear my yellow hat
for all to see
as I mingle amongst a field of green.
and curse my domain
as I sit amidst a lawn so trained.
I am an herb, a plant , a weed,
I am the trinity
that will flourish for infinity.
By Richard Smith
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