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In Celebration of Spring

We ate violets creamed with snow

in chill air

lit by dim white sun

shielded by sheer clouds.

Purple blossoms with cupped leaves:

gift of the season.

I fed you this meal--

All I had to offer was a

promise

j hibbard


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Beautiful.

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the snow will be over...
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watched "The Blackboard Jungle" Paul Mazursky is in it What is this whole poem of life about? the films, the relationships, all someone's storytelling . we all have stories.
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Very nice. I'm sitting here at my window surrounded by snow, in a big fleece sweater.... trying to stay warm. Celebration is on it's way. A lovely poem. Smile Thanks.

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{{{sylvia}}} Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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thank you all
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I have a lot of wonderings, do you? For those living throigh blizzard after blizzard, I think about the size of snowflakes and how they tangle together, or come down singly and create massive piles of snow

I like to wonder how much leaves weigh on fully grown trees...