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Water drips from branches, high,
falling from limb to below,
coursing down skin of bark,
wetting ground, where flowers grow.

What earthly beauty do I see,
when the liquid moisture drips,
as the imagined sweetness,
tasting through these old lips.

A shadow passed
across the broad expanse of land,
nothing was apparent.
Why was this cloud full of sand?

The grit infiltered every
nook, cranny and crack.
It would take many years
to get their property back.

Northern winds, hard and cold,
crossed the valley, far below.
Clouds of moisture, floating through,
bringing rain and snow, to sow.

Winter winds, the coldest of all,
bring rough weather, sleet and snow.
Weather can be quite nasty,
when Winter winds won't let go.

Great the wind,
flowing down
from mountain pass.
Button up!

A river flows through,
broad meadows, green,
a colorful view
of a natural dream.

Water begins coursing
down steep hills serene,
comes the white water,
a kayaker's stream.

Mile after mile,
all the water will be,
as it makes its journey,
back to the broad sea.

High winds blew,
through the Willows, below.
Branches were breaking,
Nature's, special show.

Summer heat,
sleepless night,
drooping eyes,
just not right.

Dreaming....

A soft, light rain,
fell from above,
bringing freshness,
to flowers I love.

Long lay the grass,
on the edge of the lawn,
once it is mowed,
then it will be gone.

Gurgling stream,
over stone and limb,
water splashing,
near the shore.
Memories are gone
here no more.

Ten ducklings,
showed up today,
two fell through a grid,
now only eight to play,

The Sun lay low in the Eastern sky,
as dawn crept slowly through
the dark, cold night for many
as the rising Sun warmed the air,
trees, grass, and flower blossoms
as daylight made its presence known.