NaPoWriMo

Today’s “stone” and NaPoWriMo poem is:  Day 93

I look up into the sky,

Faint clouds drift whispering by.

A gentle breeze caresses

My upturned face and tresses.

Sighing pines envelop me,

Soft spoken life-loving trees.

Squirrels and birds chirp and play

All through this big-blue-sky day.

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