Snowbird

SnowbirdBeneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings a song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring

(Snowbird – Gene Maclellan)

Texture by Distressed Jewell. Thank you.

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