Photo: Karen Forte
Pause, and
Let your mind wander
In waking reverie
To the places where
Tomorrow’s seeds
Are sleeping
Underneath the snowy
Ground,
Wrapped in the arms
Of memories
Of days
Long passed
And others
Yet to come.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Woolgathering in 36 words
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Na'ama Yehuda 
I love that you used a picture of clouds as well 😉
This is absolutely brilliant, Na’ama. Love, love, love it.
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Thank you, my friend!
My super-talented friend Karen is such a stunning photographer and is incredibly generous in letting me use her photos. Muse lives right in these photos, just waiting for me to listen. 🙂 (and yeah, that wooly snow, eh?)
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You are well surrounded with your photographers! I use me own 😉 And spent a good half hour going through my photos trying to find that “wooly” one!
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Me spoilt rotten, me.
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Stinkin’ rotten.
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(sniffin self) Um … am I now …? 😉
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Nah… not you, per se… ‘sfar as I know, anyway… 😉
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LOL.
I was reminded of a kid who last week had removed her clunky boots upon entry, and summarily lifted her socked foot to her nose (flexible gal), sniffed, grinned, and announced: “yep, SUPER stinky.”
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Buahahahah!!! Gotta love kids!
LMAO…
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Na’ama Y’karah,
I read this twice…just for the sheer joy of it. Beautifully written.
I went back down Memory Lane. https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/02/02/woolgathering/
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Awwww! YAY! Thank you! 🙂 So pleased you liked it. 🙂
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wonderfully written…”To the places where / Tomorrow’s seeds / Are sleeping”…that is just so beautiful 🙂
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So glad you liked it, Sammi! 🙂
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