Underfoot
© Sally Plumb
Published by Decanto poetry magazine Littlehampton England
When I tread,
in secret,untrodden snow
with Winter
I shuffle,beside the low sun,
through crisp, golden chestnut leaves
of Autumn
and dance with daisies
in the wild meadow
of Summer.
Underfoot,
the birth of Spring
is difficult.
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