Today marks the end of a hard storm.
The snow and ice are a heavy burden around me.
Their weight damaged the woods near here.
In the yard I notice a sign of human life.
A blazing lamppost sheds a yellow glow.
As the kids play, their shadows dance on the snow.
Looking through the window, I feel a subtle mood.
It is a balance of melancholy and joy.
The children will grow up and leave this behind.
The children will learn to celebrate life.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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