For late breakfasts and sleepy days;
For crisp autumn leaves or blossomed buds;
When the fledgling bird from its nest first flies;
We wander off the path to find more adventurous ways.
How sudden it is we become aware--
A deep red cardinal rests upon a limb;
Two girls make angels in the snow;
A star peeks out from its cloudy lair;
No longer will winter seem so dim,
So bare.
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