Sunflowers dancing on the snow,

Chorus line of wooden soldiers.

Once golden faces, now dark and creased,

Served chickadees a gourmet feast.

Brighter days, longer shadows.

Pictures black on white.

Deer etched prints upon the field,

Artists of the night.

Winds will March across this stage,

A cacophony of sound.

Heralding, “Next up crocuses,”

Splashing color all around.

Claire Murphy lives in Ledyard.

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