Robin is absent
Winter’s silence
inviting retreat
Children embrace
snow-filled adventures
while I evade spills
Window watching
fluctuations, waiting
for the harbinger’s return.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Robin is absent
Winter’s silence
inviting retreat
Children embrace
snow-filled adventures
while I evade spills
Window watching
fluctuations, waiting
for the harbinger’s return.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
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Hi again
I was just at Dawn’s blog and had to share her recent post because it reminded me so much of this poem here, because she was taking snow photos and found “robin’s presence”!
https://dawnkinster.com/2022/02/06/more-snow/
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Thanks for this. Now following.
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😊
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I’m a window-watcher, too, VJ. I think it is a trait of poets. 🙂
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Agreed!
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The sun doesn’t always shine, but the glow is always present. ❤️
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Well said!
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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I do love this frosty image .
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Thanks 😊
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Santa is happy to self-invite 🙂
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Lol. Awesome!
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They will return for sure and will bring new colors with them 🙂
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It’s a promise we hold onto. Thanks Hammad.
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