You climb to catch the sun.
A blue bird―
breaks from a sleeping
bough, to find
its food.
The bounty of
surrender, after the first
snow of season.
A golden dawn.
Footmarks of
a hungry deer
near my door.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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