Robins sing in newly budded trees
while raindrops fall and
thunder rumbles in the distance
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In the cool of the evening
crickets chirp amid
the voices on the sidewalk
Brisk cool winds whip the trees.
leaves swirl and crunch under foot
while squawking geese fly south.
The noisy engine of the snow blower
blend with the scraping of the snow plow,
and the purr of the furnace.
We live in the four seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
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