You bring back vivid memories of my childhood. I do miss that pure white fresh snow. Thank you for sharing the loveliness via your verses, Jane. Love and best wishes,
I love your inner child. What I like is getting out there and finding all those fresh tracks, little brown pellets, and yellow spots. Have made more yellow trails than snow angels, that I know. ;-)
~Jane~
A snow angel in my mind's eye when I was a little girl.
Oh, you've taken me back to those wonderful moments
of glistening snow in the sunlight. A moment to be an
angel on earth....
Pure joy is this one Jane. The wonderment of just fallen snow is a miracle-like feeling. Angels made, heart content, can there be anything better in this old world and all its problems? I think not.
This is wonderful Jane...I loved every word! What could be better than deep virginal snow and playing snow angels....a girl after my own heart...can I come and play?
Love, Diana....
PS for me there is nothing more enchanting than seeing the sun sparkling on snow...it literally THRILLS me...must be my Scandanavian background...:-)
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Regis
from head to toe.
you're a true angel,
and we love you so.
Michael D.
Ron
A snow angel in my mind's eye when I was a little girl.
Oh, you've taken me back to those wonderful moments
of glistening snow in the sunlight. A moment to be an
angel on earth....
Lady Mary Ann
Never eat the yellow snow! :)
Love, Diana....
PS for me there is nothing more enchanting than seeing the sun sparkling on snow...it literally THRILLS me...must be my Scandanavian background...:-)