It must be beautiful
to see the stars
sitting on tops of mountains...
To touch the sliver-
of sunlight
As it dances thru your yard.
Somewhere-
The day has stood still-and all is well.
Unspolied beauty,
God painstakingly with His hand
drew back Winters snow...
And beckoned
Spring in Provence-
to make all things new.
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I gave you your first ten.Makes me see Provence.Keep writing, lovely poem