My response to todays Writing 201 Poetry with the prompt: Trust, Form: Acrostic, Device: Internal Rhyme.
Blessings are dropping all around us and our
Ears are tuned to listen to the sounds of
Little angels tip- toeing on the ground where
Ice and snow are hiding our precious blossoms,
Each a special gift from up above. We allow our
Vast imaginations to lead our hearts, and in the
End, it will be, if we believe.