Tag: Birdbath

The Reawakening

Winter’s veil is ever surely lifting  from top-iced, frozen birdbath in my yard, Crackling, melting, straining wavelets shifting, While finches perch like sentries standing guard. Perhaps it’s spring thawed days for which I long, For balmy breezes wafting o’er my face, To wake once… Continue Reading “The Reawakening”

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