everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
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Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
everything seems more of itself
with the way the snow
clings and reveals
Good day dear Catherine. I’ll need a bit more time to digest this poem fully! Thank you for another wonderful picture this morning – is that a cute little birdhouse I see on the left, by the start of the fence? I have a soft spot for birdhouses; we even hang one above my brother’s home, nestled in a perpetually green tree high above where no one can reach it’s bright – I’m based in Southern California, but my brother resides in the snowy Midwest of the United States. Quite the contrast in weather, right?
Yes, a little birdhouse! I’m so glad to share my Northeast snow with you.
Very nice. I paused for a couple of minutes with few thought interruptions looking at the photo after reading the poem. I’m still oddly at peace.
Thanks.
I am so, so happy to know that! ❤️
Beautiful! We only had one snowfall in Northern Italy, I miss the snow.
Glad to share mine Eleanor. We’ve had very little snow this season here in the NorthEast of the US.
Next year, remember to send some snow my way.
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