Trumpet vine

Trumpet vines to pass the time. 
Nightshade to fade away.
Morning Glory
More poems and stories.
The snow of cottonwoods.
The birds that sing too good.
Foxtails still soft and sweet.
Rivers and and trails to greet.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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