Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I remember
Past winter
Of old,
There was light
Shining warmth
In the cold.
I recall spring’s
Late blanket
White bold,
Under lamps’
Glow of soft
Molten gold.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Very beautiful Na’ana, start to finish. And your image is so beautiful and nostalgic
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Thank you, Tina! It is a bit Narnia’ish, isn’t it? And it was a magical morning — this photo had no filter, no adjustments. This was the magical light of the day.
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You make winter look so beautiful. Alas, that’s not the sort of winter we get here… with roaring ice-laden winds, too mean to release more than a pellet of snow
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It is not always so beautiful here, either … but it can be, sometimes, as it had been on that sudden April morning snowstorm (in 2018). That said, ice-laden wind do no sound like much fun … 😉
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Nah, it’s not. It gets into every crack and crevice. Although living in a place built way back in the last Ice Age (mini-Ice Age, that is, in 1603) you wouldn’t expect much leakage. We’ll put it down to a shrinkage of everything over the years. 🙂
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Wow! This is an OLD place to live in!!! I can just imagine the conversation with souls-of-old when they stop by for a visit, to get warm from the cold …
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Someone sometimes gets into my bed. Cold. Wouldn’t mind so much if they were warm 🙂 Never speaks though.
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Not much to say, perhaps, other than to ‘state’ the obvious – that they are cold and need to get warm … 😉
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Yep. And impossible to kick them out when they’re basically immaterial 🙂
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Kicking them out!!!??? The horror! 😉
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Precisely. So I suffe the cold whle they borrow my heat. Much better in Summer. Then they’re most welcome
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Yeah. Well, you can’t have everything! At least they can work like a portable AC in summer … 😉
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Thanks for that chuckle. 🙂
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Excellent photo and poem. Just perfect!
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Oh, John, thank you! I do love “Perfect”! 🙂
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Love your poem and photo to go with it, Na’ama. Together they make “molten gold” alive.
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Thank you, Leya! I’m so pleased to hear you liked it and the pairing of the words with the photo! 🙂
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