red sled
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on her sled
~
~
from the window
I watch her
she is one red mitten, lost
on the path, smitten
by the four-footed track
of a wild rabbit
hurrying home
or the toe of a red
shoe, peeks from under
the hem of a white
crinoline, a cardinal launches
from one tree, snow-laden
to another
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~
Copyright. 2015 Jane Tims
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The poem is beautiful. The sled brings back good memories. 🙂
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Robin
January 16, 2015 at 10:11 am
Hi Robin. When I think of the head-over-heels places I’ve sledded, makes me wonder why I’m still ticking! Jane
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jane tims
January 16, 2015 at 3:19 pm
marvelous – image and words
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seedbud
January 15, 2015 at 7:31 am
Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
January 15, 2015 at 9:02 am
lovely
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kiwiskan
January 14, 2015 at 2:42 pm
Hi. Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
January 14, 2015 at 9:20 pm