In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,
in the silent barreness
of our woods underground
bumble bees draw close,
and chipmunks remain silent,
praying for a blanket
of snow, and to remember
where their acorns
lay hidden.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
This poem made me smile, Nicodemas 🙂
Thank you Irene! Sometimes it’s good to have fun while writing! Peace and wonderful blessings to ya.
Fun makes life much better, Nicodemas. Peace and blessings for you too.
🙂
In hard and snowy time life remains present underground . Your poem recalls this beautifully, Nicp.
In friendship
Michel
Thank you Michel! Your comments are a blessing. Peace and be wonderfully blessed my friend.
Thanks for your wishes, Nico.
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Lovely thoughts to go with this picture, Nico.
Thank you my friend! Peace and have a great weekend.
Thank you very much and you too!
😎