Snow drifts in blanketing waves
I’ve forgotten the colour of grass
We plow out paths, add salt
pretend it’s all manageable
Do not speak of risks
how slippery the route ahead
Soon, the thaw will come
temperatures rising, rain
We’ll slosh through the mud
disgruntled and weighed down
Projecting hope in the first sprouts
Spring bearing the promise of renewal.
(Linking up to my weekly challenge: waves. Image my own.)
Loved the verses and the lomographic effects on the image. Thank goodness it’s almost spring. Warm wishes for the season.
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Thanks Nicole!
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I am REALLY loving your images as well as your words, V.J.! ❤
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Thanks so much, Laura!
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You are very welcome! I’ve fallen behind in my visitation rounds; so little time this school year. I think you are endlessly growing as an artist and writer. I am absolutely obsessed with some of your images. ❤
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Thanks for that confirmation, Laura. I am striving for that growth.
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I love how you make art from your photos. For a minute, I think that would be so fun to try; then I remember my days are full to the max with the creative outlets I’m currently absorbed in… 🙂 I’ll just enjoy your creations instead. ❤
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I didn’t start photography, editing, or painting, sketching until I was 60. You have lots of time.
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(Insert excited emoji and hug emoji).
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“Forgotten the colour of grass…” Oh, I can relate to that feeling right now.
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Come on Spring….
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This is a perfect mud season poem. I found the use of couplets particularly effective.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Beautiful, VJ! We are anticipating Spring weather. Love that image!
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Thanks!
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Beautiful image and nature imagery and a metaphor for life.
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Thanks Michele
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I love the rhythm, the slow unveiling of spring. 🙂 ~WB
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Thank you.
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This is simply beautiful !
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Thanks so much.
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Delightful, VJ! “Spring bearing the promise of renewal”, Love it.
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Thanks Amy!
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Yes that sloshing through mud phase .That will have me washing my horses legs every day to prevent mud fever and getting on my rubber boots to slosh through it. We’ve had a lot of snow this year so it is going to be messy. But there is light or spring at the end of the mud tunnel.
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I only have small four-footed creatures, but still the thought of all that mud in the house does not appeal.
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Oh, the spring!
It has stepped here in my town. Days are warmer now and nights are filled up with gentle breeze 🙂
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How wonderful! Can’t wait
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Yes! That transition from winter to spring weighs so heavily, a great analogy to many of life’s transitions. Well penned.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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