Monday, February 13, 2017

PLAYING IN THE MUD


The sun talked to me today through my skin.
The pine trees made small talk about spring
with each gust of wind. 
The snow whispered to me 
with each step about 
the fleetingness of winter. 
The water laughed playing in the mud. 

The rocks were quiet, 
but only because they were thinking.

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