November 27, 2019 by ebbtide * Poetry contentment, nature, peace, poem, Poetry, seasons, silence, snow, winter, writing 4 Comments on new snow, I inscribe only footprints – there being nothing that the leaves have not already said © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading... Related
Wonderful, often reading your poetry is just like taking a bite from a delicious meal! LikeLike Reply
Oh those leaves can be such “know-it-alls” sometimes. 🙂
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🙂 Ha! Thanks for the chuckle!
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Wonderful, often reading your poetry is just like taking a bite from a delicious meal!
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I love this!
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