A Peaceful Day
By Roxxie
As sunlight peeked through budding emerald leaves,
Slipping off petals and limbs with ease.
I laugh at the empty grass and gentle breeze
Threading through Mother’s hair with skillful tease.
Legs tucked beneath the shade of our dogwood trees,
I listened to Sister hum sweetly to the bees.
Without snow or ice to hinder us doing as we please,
Our little backyard was at peace until someone cut the cheese.
The Sacred Fox 
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