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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
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Poetry of Everything
Last Of Snow Days? (six)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A winter scene
Quite serene
All in white
Black and white
What is missing?
Maybe,
A touch of green?
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Last Of Snow Days? (eight)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
“Through the woods and into Grandmother’s house we go,
Walking is very, very, slow,
Oh, there is so much snow!
The hard wind blows,
Cheeks are starting to glow,
In the colour, of a tomato,
But toe, to toe
We all step in a row,
Wishing soon, to be in front of a stow!”
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Last Of Snow Days? (three)
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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A wooden divider
The sole provider
Of shelter
For the stormy weather
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Finnish Labour Day Eve Celebration aka ‘Mantan Lakitus’
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Photo credits Google
Finnish Labour Day Eve Celebration (30.04) aka ‘Mantan Lakitus’
Havis Amanda
The gorgeous lady
Rising from the sea
Naked as if bathing
Bearing everything
For the eyes to see
Tourists are watching
Cameras are clicking
A true beauty
Reflecting the city
Of Helsinki
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Sun and the Lake
Sun makes his mundane chores look spectacular
View of the beautiful Pichola Lake, Aravali mountain ranges and the sun going about its routine from the edge of the lake.
Location: Pichola Lake, Udaipur Rajasthan
In response to the photo challenge:Wanderlust
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Mystery Made Visible
This fevers me, this sun on green,
On grass glowing, this young spring.
The secret hallowing is come,
Regenerate sudden incarnation,
Mystery made visible
In growth, yet subtly veiled in all,
Ununderstandable in grass,
In flowers, and in the human heart,
This lyric mortal loveliness,
The earth breathing, and the sun…
…The apple takes the seafoam’s light,
And the evergreen tree is densely bright.
April, April, when will he
Be gaunt, be old, who is so young?
This fevers me, this sun on green,
On grass lowing, this young spring.
~Richard Eberhart from “This fevers me”
It is a mystery
how the dead,
so very dead
can live again.
Ground frozen
mere weeks ago
now leaps lush and vibrant.
Branches snapped off dry
in midwinter storm and ice
now burst with bloom.
A new leaf glows
in evening light,
pulsing illumination.
Beyond understanding
Beyond imagining
Beyond each fevered breath
that…
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Caturday, April 29th — Snapshots, Snippets and Scribbles
Moe and I are finally getting a taste of summer(ish) weather. It’s 19 degrees Celsius (that’s about 66 degrees for those of you south of the boarder). He’s “gardening”. I’m sunning myself.
via Caturday, April 29th — Snapshots, Snippets and Scribbles
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Sunshine Reflected (two)
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“Never give up.
Today is hard, tomorrow will be worse,
but the day after tomorrow will be sunshine”
Jack Ma
Sunshine Reflected
Spring time,
According to the calendar
It would be fine
But the weather is challenging
Never mind
Just unwind
Look deeply, into the sun
Dream it
Wish it
Want it
Looking at the water
It’s getting warmer
Dare to dip in?
Of course!
I am a Finn!
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Sunshine Reflected (one)
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“Never give up.
Today is hard, tomorrow will be worse,
but the day after tomorrow will be sunshine”
Jack Ma
Sunshine Reflected
Early morning by the seaside
Working day, office calling
Cool air, feeling the breeze
Never mind, it’s pretty outside
Trying hard this moment to seize
The clock is ticking
My mind is sinking
Would rather stay here, this is my thing
Dragging my feet, stalling
Dreaming,
Slowly, into the water falling
Rantings Of A Third Kind 