March Morning Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
March Morning
The world in white, a silent hush,
Blue sky above, a gentle blush.
Cold air bites, a frosty sting,
The sun is so low, a golden thing.
Snow on branches, crystal bright,
Long shadows stretch in morning light.
A peaceful scene, so calm and deep,
While nature wakes from winter sleep.
The sun's warm kiss, on icy ground,
No other sound, but peace profound.
T.M.Solvang
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