Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I came upon a winter garden, and I found an enchanted place. The Holly bushes were such a sight with their red berries burning bright. The squirrels, they scampered with delight, their bushy tails, so thick with fur. It made me laugh to watch them; they put on such a show. The birds, they flew
The palette of the earth is ever-changing; one day it is charcoal gray, and the next, it blooms in color. We planted the winter pansies on a clear blue day, the sun perfectly resplendent. I watched a hawk glide overhead, all that grace, all that mastery of the sky. The bluest pansy mirrored the sky;