Soon, Winter will seal decay
beneath snowy banks
and we’ll plant ourselves
hearth side, aiming for fortitude
I shall middle myself amid
books and paints, soldier
through the desolation,
mourn for Summer’s loss.
(Image my own)
Foreboding
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That is an otherworldly piece of artwork, VJ. I love it!
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Thank you!
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I have never experienced so much cold. So can’t understand how you feel. It seems you have adjusted well with books and painting. Wish you happy warm days.
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I’ve lived my whole life with Winter as a fact – you’d think I’d stop complaining, lol.
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😆😆❤️❤️❤️
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Absolutely beautiful photos. I love winter and snow, just beautiful friend
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Thanks
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Books and paints, what wonderful friends to keep you company this winter.
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Yes! I feel very blessed
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Gorgeous image. Like others here, the lines “middle myself among books and paints” sounds quite cozy and lovely. And hearthside as I am now is quite nice too. Like you I always mourn summers end, but now coming to enjoy the solace of winter too, when once I dreaded it.
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Yes, solace is a desirable side effect of Winter. thanks Deborah
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“mourn for Summer’s loss.”
👏🏻👏🏻
The picture is captivating 🤩
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Thank you!
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beautiful VJ.. you and I both❣️
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🙏😘
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❤️💕
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Between “books and paints” sounds cozy and creative. Enjoy the warmth, VJ.
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Thanks Michele
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“I shall middle myself”–I love that. (K)
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Thanks
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It doesn’t snow where I live, so I love winter poetry like this. 😍
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Lucky you!
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I don’t mind winter as long as it doesn’t hang around forever. Then I get grumpy.
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It seems to hang around forever here.
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When my parents lived in Presque Isle, Maine, winter never seemed to end.
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Yes, the East Coast, especially in Canada, get prolonged Winters. We joke that they have a 2 week summer.
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That’s pretty much Presque Isle!
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Very agreeable – “I shall middle myself amid books and paints”
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What?!? No interest in trudging uphill through snowbanks to jump on the toboggan & slide back down? Shame.
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Now that would be a funny image!
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Great contrast between the planting of summer and the planting of winter – different kind of planting. Love your poem.
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Thank you
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I can relate!
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😊🙏
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Love this….definitely what I plan to do
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😊🥰
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Loved ‘ I shall middle myself amid books and paints’ 👩🏻🎨❤️
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Thanks
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That’s my strategy as well; but you said it much better!
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😊
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Beautiful lines and image💖
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Thank you!
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Very expensive writing VJ
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Thank you, Sadje
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Expressive. *. Sorry
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Lol. I got it.
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😅
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I love the images this piece creates, but I’m also a big winter fan and am really hoping for a few good snowstorms this year 🙂
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Snowdays, I love! It’s the in between that is hard to maneuver through. Thanks
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