Mar 2020
The March wind is here.
Sun sparkles on the river,
Trees wave barren limbs.
Sun sparkles on the river,
Trees wave barren limbs.
Written 03 / 06 / 20
Wrote this at work just looking out the window at the sun shining off of the river... and I've always loved the March wind ever since I was a child and I read a poem about it and wrote my own... ooh, I should look for that one...
Wrote this at work just looking out the window at the sun shining off of the river... and I've always loved the March wind ever since I was a child and I read a poem about it and wrote my own... ooh, I should look for that one...
