Poem "Weather" Written By Joyce Riley

Photo Taken by Avery Laurin

Though my eyes are closed and shades are drawn,

My inner clock tells me it is dawn.

But, I hear no sounds of birds a calling,

Only silence of snowflakes falling.

The shades fly up. My eyes grow wide.

There is a world of white outside.

Where heavy laden pine trees stand

As guardians of winterland

Photo Taken by Avery Laurin
Poem Writen by Joyce Riley (cousin of Joyce Oroz) and Photography is by Avery laurin (Joyce Oroz's grandson)
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