Many foot prints in the snow
The moon's subtle glow
Blue birds in the tree
resting so close to me
Watching the sun sink beyond the swings,
we recall the memories it brings
The sun is now behind the rill
and it leaves a winter chill
This twilight glow
reminds us it's time to go.
*Day 4 of a poem a day for National Poetry Month 2025. This poem is from earlier this year.
I nominate
today as a poet and photographer who tells stories with her photos and words.
Thanks so much for being nominated, Jane! 🤍 Beautiful poem!
Very nice, Jane! We hit 74 today. We still have a few weeks of cold coming and going.