Winter whispers
through the fields
and the forests,
breathes new life
into the silver moon,
soft and steady and still.
Only a tingle of ice,
a mist of frost
in the air,
It says:
Not quite time,
no,
not yet there,
but soon.
Soon (A Poem)
A Virginia Writer's Diary
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This is beautiful!😊
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Thank you so much!
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frozen over
clover
golden and silver ground
slivers of past
cast hope for tomorrow
despite sundry sorrow
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Nice! I like it!
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lovely Katie!! 💞
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Thank you! 🙂
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Yes, tomorrow for us! Snow all day in the forecast.
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That’s wonderful!! Just cold rain here. Enjoy the snow!!
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Thanks, photos to come (as you might guess ; )
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Can’t wait! Snow is my favorite. 🙂
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