As autumn draws to a close
And winter’s chill sets in
The gray skies turn all things to dim.
I stomp around my yard,
Looking for something to photograph,
And there they are, beneath my feet:
These tiny little flowers,
Buried in the grass beside my car,
Petals blushing rosily beneath my gaze;
A tiny ray of sunshine to brighten our day.
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