The wooden gate

Breeze buffeted, 

Squeaks just like a

Guinea pig.

Crows caw loudly.

Screaming seagulls

In the grey sky


Tiny buds on

My cherry tree

Wait faithfully

For the spring.

Author: Alex

I work in a college library, and love reading, writing and drawing. I am a breast cancer survivor.

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