On Saturday morning, when I pulled back the curtain, I was greeted by a world of white falling snow. We had been going through a fake spring, with warmer temperatures and very little snow on the ground. I was prompted to write a short poem and take a few pictures.
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Dusted
Fresh snow, white world,
Christmas card cedar boughs
Rubbing my eyes, I laugh: ‘First snow’
‘Again!’
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Lovely poem and gorgeous pictures. I can see why you were inspired.😊
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Thank you 🙂
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such a sweet poem 🙂 the pictures looks nice! esp the white outline around trees in first pic.
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Thank you. That’s an interesting observation about the white border. It is nice. Photos come up with a look of their own. For me I was a bit disappointed by how dark the trees looked in the pictures — maybe they are dark in reality in the grey lighting but I didn’t see them that way.
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yeah see how the perspective changes from one person to another, depending on our expectations vs no expectations it is incredible..:)
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That’s true…and also our own perspective can vary at different points in time.
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Lovely photos beautifully presented!
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don’t want to be a downer, but that climate change thing is creating for some whacky shifts from day to day.
Lovely and humorous poem though. The last line perfect.
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Thanks 🙂 the fluctuations are crazy–and the climate change thing is a downer that needs to be uttered to be recognized–the urge to forget it is as strong as recent surges of awareness–that I like to think are emerging.
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