After a high of 40 degrees yesterday, it's supposed to be 61 today and in the low 70s tomorrow. :) More than ready--fibromyalgia really acts up when it's cold.
Image (c) 2007, Karla Dorman.
Winter's tightening grip stilled the blood in the veins, putting me to sleep. With Spring's advent, I'm given another chance to flower. :)
You sure are lucky to be enjoying a warmth in the air...I would be happy of we could get up to freezing...hope the warmth helps you feel better
love, Carole~
Isn't it a great feeling to sit pout in the morning sun in winter and warm slowly as the sun gets high in the sky? Beauty of a moment.
Blessings and love,
Susan
Spring's advent. I love that meaning! Flowers in January - only in the south! Thanks, Karla, for bringing some color to a cold winterday in Denver, CO.
Love,
Becca~
Karla, hope you will get some warm weather to help you with your fibromyalgia. I hear that's terrible to deal with. I enjoyed the simplicity in this poem, bring much meaning to a few words. This is a keeper!
That's a lovely flower and a beautiful verse to describe it. Glad to see sparks of new birth--even in a photo. Its still very much winter here, down in the low thirties many nights.
Karla, be glad you are alive to FEEL the cold! I'd much rather be cold than hot! I know it's not easy for you, with your fibromyalgia, but be glad for that warm sweater or slippers! That'll warm you up! Or make yourself something hot to eat! :) Very well penned; I'd rather have winter stick around for a while longer! Not looking forward to the start of severe weather season!
Very well penned, brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twinkles, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2008
Spring. Not soon, Karla. Hell, enjoy the day. It could be worse.
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love, Carole~
Soon, the blood in your veins will be boiling!!!
Georg
Blessings and love,
Susan
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God Bless
Michelle~
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Becca~
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Dee
Very well penned, brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twinkles, Karen Lynn. :D