I am not ready for spring. Sorry. We really haven't had a winter ... the cold, yes; snow not so much. It bites!! NOT your poem, that's great, and so is the piccy, but the lack of snow is what bites! LOL Thought I'd clear that up ... :D Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
As I gaze at the sturdy geranium in full bloom on my deck at 29°, I am grateful that I left the scene you describe behind. However, I do miss spring and fall.
I can already feel the worm breath of spring
in the nape of my neck, but firs comes the long awaited snows
of mother nature, whom is at the moment hibernating
loved your write Karla
Love & Peace be with you
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Ron
in the nape of my neck, but firs comes the long awaited snows
of mother nature, whom is at the moment hibernating
loved your write Karla
Love & Peace be with you
William
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