Along the path to my door,
deer prints in fresh sparkling snow.
Three little paw prints of rabbits hopping,
to the path to my door.
Bread crumbs, cereal I throw,
nothing goes to waste, at my door.
In fresh snow, spying bird prints.
Pure white snow glistening.
As the sun rises ands sets at my door,
Red Cardinals and many birds,
perched on bushes.
Feeding on bird feeders.
Hung along my windows, door.
Ice hanging from the roofs over hang,
over my door.
Opening the path to enjoy winter.
Adoring it until I open the door.
It’s cold in the winter.
101 scribed by the poetry dollmaker A Tiara design www.adoll4ever.com
http://imageevent.com/adoll4ever I have photos of my winters door on this site, if you would like to see more of my pretty photos. Of my winters door, and my efforts to save the land i live on. thanks everso much for viewing my rants and writings, poetry.
01-02-09 uploaded 8:33am 02-06-09
thanks for reading my poetry, the blue rose...
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