4 pm on a winter afternoon.
Grey and white.
Snow fields
stretch for miles.
There is much in our world
that cries pain and pessimism.
And our lives go on.
Not with gritted teeth
but with a matter of factness
that assures us
Spring will come
The sun will shine
And we humans will greet
The rising sun with love and caring.
February 10, 2023
Curiously beautiful poem, Harry. The matter of factness of love and caring. Nice
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Thanks so much for revisiting… ❤️
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