i often wonder what it
will feel like —
that moment when
your arms finally
encircle me
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Sister Winter
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’
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hyacinthine
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. Carl Sandburg
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Waking up to spring
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Still Life in Rose: No. 3
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Still Life in Rose: No. 2
“We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike.” — Evelyn Underhill
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Still Life in Rose: No. 1
“Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
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An extravagance of snowflakes
Winter doesn’t always bring snow to my neck of the Middle West. Sometimes we get freezing rain, sometimes we get 60-degree days in February, and sometimes we just have long stretches of frigid weather where the ground turns rock-hard and the faces of the limestone bluffs become encrusted with stalactites of ice. But this season the snow has visited us again – three times before winter even officially started, and twice more since the new year.
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The light in the leaves
“Oh, look how beautiful the sun is shining through the trees!” I said, drunk on the last golden light of evening glowing through the golden leaves of the ginko trees.
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unless a seed will fall to the ground and die no tomb can be a womb
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