Eastern WindA Poem by Cherriea winter dayWinter’s wheat with a hint of red gently yields to an eastern wind. Brittle leaves earthen toned scatter easily across the barren ground. Heather gray spreads through the sky as heavy clouds blot out the light. Tiny finch darts for cover as a mighty shadow reveals, a predator searching
for his supper.
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