Mary E. Lowd
March 7, 2021
The sun’s a star
Its light from the sky
Glitters over ice
Morning is nigh
Two ears emerge
Mere triangles
Twin tiny summits
Peaking up from the ground
Give them time
To grow and enlarge
Below the snow
A dog grows ready
For their first BARK!
Snow finally melts
Huskies abound!
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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