
(Photo: Dustin Humes on Unsplash)
She knew when she opened the window
That day
That it would be
One
For the way.
The frost on the petals
The chill in the air
The way that stray branches
Scraped against the stair.
The breath of new winter
Kissing her hair.
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So lovely, Na’ama. I’m ready to go out there….
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I know … 😉
And … sometimes one’s just gotta.
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I will gladly…
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😀
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So beautiful and mesmerizing!
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Thank you, Lucy! I’m so glad it ‘sang’ …
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I really like your poem and your picture is really a great accompaniment!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight! The photo is from unsplash – fantastic image, right? So magnificent! 🙂
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Lovely words!
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Thank you, Carol! I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂
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I feel the electricity in the air here. I love the image you chose, so perfectly focused.
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Thank you, Lisa! That crisp morning air that sometimes grabs us, eh? 🙂 And, frost is so magnificent!
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You’re welcome and yes!
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🙂
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This is beautifully composed, love the gentle rhyme ….
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Thank you, Helen! I’m glad this rocked a gentle rhyme … 🙂
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Beautiful imagery and rhymes, so lovely!
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Thank you! 🙂
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A beautiful post, Na’ama… I could feel that certain crispness in the air…
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Thank you! It is certainly ‘crisp’ out here in NYC today, too … waiting on ice and snow …
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Quite beautiful
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Thank you!
🙂
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Such a pleasure
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🙂
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