Sweet spring withers winter
Soft light and ancient frost
Rose dawn follows secret night
Dark peace a murmured sanctuary
No soul flowers in lonely shade
But grows in season
To blossom wild
Roots deep in summer earth
Sweet spring withers winter
Soft light and ancient frost
Rose dawn follows secret night
Dark peace a murmured sanctuary
No soul flowers in lonely shade
But grows in season
To blossom wild
Roots deep in summer earth
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Beautiful, Sue. ❤
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Thanks, Diana ❤
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A beautiful poem. Reconcile me somewhat with the coming winter. 😉 Thank you, Sue! Best wishes, Michael
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All things serve their purpose…even winter 🙂
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Beautiful.
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🙂
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Almost an almanac of the seasons, Sue…
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All are interlinked.
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