Posted by: Peadar Ban | February 3, 2011

This Morning


This morning as the storm leaves
A ray of sun
Pale, wan,
Then strong bright light
A brilliant chime
Flashes brief on the ground;
A glance and gone.
A single snowflake, lone,
Drifting down
Softly landing shines
On the limb
A squirrel runs by
Azaleas waiting patiently.

Azaleas Waiting Patiently



  1. may each morning be so blessed. thanks Peter, it was beautiful

    • You are very welcome, Joan


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