Life on the River
Through the clear water
the light shone beautifully
to blue stone beneath.
The last vestiges
of winter, vanish on the
shady forest floor.
Icicles cling to
the face of the jagged cliff,
hiding from the sun.
The sunset blossoms
into a vibrant flower;
the first sign of spring!
Jackson enjoys the
sights, sounds, smells, and ambience
the forest offers.
Winter is ending.
Perhaps pond skating is a
bad idea, sir.
Darkness descends but
his shoes are a GPS,
aurorae for feet.
Good night, my dear friends.
The frogs sing their lullabies
so the world can sleep.
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