Sunday Morning Snow. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Sunday Morning Snow.
I wake and pull the curtains to see winter's snow has fallen. Church bells ring, children laugh walking with sledges to the big hill with each step expectation of joys of childhood fun.As I stoke the fire and think of snowball fights, and snowmen, my lost childhood now in the distant past.
Michael Cochrane ©
Sunday, July 4, 2021
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