
DAILY PHOTO: Sân Bóng Sóc Hà
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between snowy banks,
a silvery river
slips through cold mountains.




Sun-sparkles on the lake’s far end
look icy cool beneath blue skies,
but Winter shivers, I suspend,
because late Spring is telling lies.

legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.

bare branches,
in the Winter forest,
look frost-covered.



