commment up. Annie

 tearing old threads

like making old beds.

finding   room for all

while welcoming back the new and others

sisters and brothers 

let it summer 

 

 

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i look toward tomorrow's stamina.

to all

 heat and summer

 we'll take it.

 a baby bunny,

learns the run around. 

 

 

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 Annie, Tom ,  winter ran long

it's now summer, humming  along.

 

 

 

Albe called

 by good fortune i heard the call.

good to hear from him. 

 as time slips by.

 my friends remain dear.

 a warm spot for all.

better than the weather. 

 

so i

 so i often form a new idea,

write  and work it out.

walk away and forget it happened.

April 5 2026

was 70

going to 30. something tonight.

waiting for warmer.

not hotter.

waiting patiently.

stir me up a good spell.

call it summer.

winter again?

 odd weather continues.

 we must be a fraction from calamity.

it's serious. 

 

 warm, it rains; cold it snows.

easy comes, easy goes, 

 seems delirious

some how

this is the finish of winter;

or is it too early to end?

i have tea and am thinking, it's February,

as i watch a thickness of white flakes drop from the sky.

the rabbits are hidden,

had a terribly cold month.

now it's snowing heavily .again.

winter won't surrender.