Clouds drift through the sky

Blue as sapphires

My sister’s eyes


In the tree my father’s pruning

The sun shining from behind him

The camera lens smiles

What a pictoresque day!


Sky is the highway of clouds

White as the snow

That still hides in the creases of earth

Here at home


A family happily outside

Waking the yard for spring

New plans await us

May the birds and their songs

The voices of children

Humming of winds

Whispering of blossoming leaves ring



Through the air of this spring



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