Where we all came to be
There are no more days till Spring.
Watch the snow retreat.
Watch the snow retreat.
Hear the ground become dry.
Feel pastel clouds soften
Feel pastel clouds soften
the bite of winter, as the sun
begins to linger into night.
begins to linger into night.
Leave the city for a day then
remember where we all came to be.
remember where we all came to be.
Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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