i was snow: the end
of winter. cold. grey.
lifeless. making love
was Spring, arriving,
discovering the
color, green: it had
always been there, in
the grass, in the trees,
in the growing things
under the blanket
of bitterness . .. . i
just didn't see it
until the moment
you awakened me. .. .
I think you just wrote one of the most famous poems of all time - just wait and see someday on this one and many of your others - this one shines with a hidden glow of something so perfect that no one has said it before - So true, we say: "why didn't I think of that!" A #10!
oh, oh, oh! I love this, Karla!! You outdid yourself on this one. It is just fantastic... I was away for the weekend (visiting Charlie) and I missed reading your writes each day.
This is one very spring and beautiful poem Karla - it's blossom time :D *cheers* what a pic -i am inspired to go and see some - lovely poem and pic :o)
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
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Love Tinka
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
Love & Peace be with you
William
Be always safe,
Karen
You have out done yourself again!
Love Richard
Cryssa
very well written Karla...
John
love, Carole~
How I yearn for spring to touch its toes down in Wisconsin.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
Georg