Yesterday afternoon I went down to the lake for a brief walk—it was -9° C but the sparkling sun called me. I wrote a short poem and took a few photos:
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Three seasons converge—
On dusted glass gems
smooth branch shadows lean
over brown leaf scatter
as faithful spring buds swell.
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Beautiful, Janice. It got cold again here, too–just after some of our daffodils bloomed–but not as cold as where you are.
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Thank you 🙂 I hope the daffodils survive.
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The change of the seasons is always a beautiful time.
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And longer and more blurred than I ever realized 🙂
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I love this poem ( and photos). Reminds me that there is a thread that runs through everything, if we look for it.
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Thank you Claudia 🙂 yes words tend to separate phenomena into separate categories while as you suggest there is/are connecting threads.
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The images and poem work beautifully together Janice
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Thank you Denis 🙂
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Wanting to be new again after period of rest.
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Beautiful collaboration. 🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you 🙂
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your lines are breathtaking! 🙂 ❤ great photos too!
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Thank you :))
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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Lovely poem and the pictures are just wow!
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Thank you 🙂
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