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A Robin in the Snow

Posted on February 7, 2019 by IsaLee

This morning, I felt
upon my face, a caress,
Spring’s gentle approach.

After the noontime
came a host of Robins down,
a Red-Flicker too.

Powdered snow remains.
In the grate a fire burns- yet
Life, renewed, returns.

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About IsaLee

I write, because if I didn't, my head would simply become too clogged with ideas and thoughts to function. I'm a bit quirky and in real life I tend to be quite blunt. Most of my writing tends to end up semi dark, but sometimes you can't really control where the story/poem takes you. I write for myself, but I sincerely hope that you'll find some enjoyment in my writing as well.

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