Along some sweet stream
lined with tall grasses,
sunshine, and willow trees,
we will have a picnic lunch,
luxuriate under a canopy
of green leaves, find
dragons and butterflies
in the wispy clouds
the gentle winds bring,
and wonder why we ever
doubted spring.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 
“Though thy face boweth down, as thou endureth that long cold spell,
Thy spirit though forlorn
Thy beauty remaineth still
For thou knowest the sun hast not forgotten thee
Thou, its precious little darling true”
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Yes, by His grace, hope endures.
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