Winter came early
leaving reminders that she
is arriving soon
What is this I see?
Emerging from the deep freeze
Budding tree branches.
Not that I’m bitter
But winter’s getting colder
Spring please hurry in!
Crow in my backyard
Enjoying frozen bagels
I like watching him
Deer are scavenging
hungry for fallen apples
buried in the snow
Endless biting cold
Winter has us in her grip
And will not let go
In our blogging 101 class the assignment was to meet/visit our neighbors. Well, my neighbors are deer and I do try to visit with them regularly, but they are not the wordy type, at least I don’t speak deer. I’ve faced the fact that they love me for the apples that tumble from our apple trees and the tiny valley at the back of our yard where they sleep. They are beautiful, quiet, and sometimes they sleep near the trees very close to our back porch so I get to see them up close and personal. It is winter in my part of the country so the most visiting I do with human neighbors presently is to say a hurried hello when we are shoveling/plowing snow.
Visiting five blogs was a wonderful adventure. I started with the Reader and chose topics of interest to me. Culture, fitness and health crafts and fashion, religion, and books for starters. Does anyone know of a twelve step group from book addicts? Love books and always have a stack to read. Just like having many books I also now have many more blog neighbors to meet. Actually more than five here because I’m interested in sewing again after a long hiatus. So here are some of the neighbors I found today. Cheers!
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