April snow spent the night
the running brook hopes
to escort her back home
Sleep Over
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
April snow spent the night
the running brook hopes
to escort her back home
Wow, beautiful and dreamy.
thank you DiosRaw
gorgeous!
thanks Sharmishtha
magic
Love your poem and your photo. It’s magical when wet snow sticks to the branches and twigs of the trees – outlining them against the dark trunks.
yes it is!
Indeed! We got it here too 😊
Indeed, we got it here too 😊
Love it! 🙂
A stunning reminder of the beauty of winter, even in spring. Thanks.