Thursday, February 6, 2025

 Soft snow falls gently

out of the mixing bowl sky -

     frosting on the hedge.


Not completely satisfied with this - I'd like the "frosting" in the last line to be a verb rather than a noun and "out of the" could be just "from"  - but that's what I got for now.

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