Even in dead of winter, the sun rises and peeks in the window.
Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
When the chill moves in and fills the marrow of bones, the land lays exposed.
The Fall weather is welcomed relief with its cold and bright colored leaves.
Despite what people tell you who or what you are, be yourself and bloom.
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.
Bunnies are fluffy, hop with grace, and are always in survivor mode.
Writers make ink flow, like rivers carve the landscape to tell its story.