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arising, birth, blossoming, emerging, flower, nature, new growth, prairie winter, Spring, symbol, welcoming
After the snow moves north
the prairie crocus,
native anemone,
ears of the earth
listens
for the rustle of summer.
Gently she sways
to moments of truth.
In her petals
the purple blue mist
of far distant mountains;
a small golden sun
close to her heart.
Eternity
folds close around her,
warms her
from the cold winds
of spring.
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Spring snowflakes are my go to before winter snows vanish flower. The tiny green stems with the white blooms holding a spot of green amaze me as they dance above the snow. My crocus in Oregon are almost done, they bloomed for a while, but the rains beat the heck out of them. Next will be the daffodils. I adore those blatant trumpets of gold! Thank you for reminding me spring exists somewhere! In Alaska, well..not yet!
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At first I was going to congratulate you just on the beautiful picture. But then I read the poem. Incredibly well written, Denis: excellent job. You’ve painted a fantastic image of Spring.
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Beautiful.
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Reblogged this on crjen1958 and commented:
Please read this written,
his words are magical
an kindness unbelievable….
chris
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Hello Dennis!
Your poetry,
is beyond magickal…
hugs chris
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