Some beautiful photos and Acrostic poems I just had to share from the multi-talented Tonya.

fourth generation farmgirl

Acrostic poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer

Snow

Softly falling–

Not a sound,

Only

Whirling, whirling to the ground.

 

Winter

When

Icy, cold weather

Naturally interrupts

The warmth

Enjoyed upon Earth

Radiated by the sun.

 

Shovel

Something with which one

Heaves snow

Out of the way; a

Very useful,

Everyday tool–mostly

Languishing in a shed until winter.

 

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