Blissful Interlude
Blank pages fill my notebook,
While music so divine
Comes from the little babbling brook
And all of this is mine.
Myself and Mother Nature,
The bees and butterflies,
The heron, frog and raccoon,
Consider this a prize.
My notebook pages will be filled,
When winter comes and brook is stilled.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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