Sunlight filtered through new leaves,
turns my winter skin pale pink,
a hawk throws his shadow,
as raucous crows,
drown out the gentle plashing
of water on smooth stones.
©annettealaine2016
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Sunlight filtered through new leaves,
turns my winter skin pale pink,
a hawk throws his shadow,
as raucous crows,
drown out the gentle plashing
of water on smooth stones.
©annettealaine2016
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