Easter Morning Poem
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Easter Morning
On a sun-rinsed Easter morning,
The bird-feeder is empty with the lid raised.
Squirrels were at work early.
Refilled now, the birds grace
The bare branches like living, singing leaves.
They take their communion,
One seed at a time.
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Thanks. Glad you appreciated it.
Nice little pome. I even clicked the anti-aging ad.
Cris A says:
7 months ago
so short yet so full of meaning. nice thought for easter morning :D