Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Rise of the New Dawn

The whirly wonder of a wintery storm
Ancient weather to devour the norm
Rotating hurricane, ice cold snow
Trudging on with no place to go
Close to spring, a flower on show
A bud of yellow says “here I go”
Many more are sprouting now
A new year begins, little kittens meow
Beginning life all over the land 
Cows in shed, lambs that were planned
Rising of the sun, warming old England
Wearing nice clothes with our new wedding theme
Washing the windows, a pretty spring clean
Looking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen.                     
        

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‘Luscious landscapes picturesquely serene’





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