Sunday Night Poetry (Week 40)

When warmth clears the skies

And the sun no longer hides

We can all look forward to

The changing season’s tides

When leaves will fall

When snow piles tall

You can still hear

The soft bird’s call

Either in fair or in dark stormy weather

You will always know whether

The year’s new comings

Will keep us together

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