Without a trace

The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass
winter left without a trace.
On the other side a celebration of life is held.

Magnolias beautify the streets
large flowers, different colors
mine is white.
A dove is flying in the wind.

A handmade blanket in various ways
I have not washed it yet,
it's resting on this recliner who has gone out of style.