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Post by anirbas on Jun 27, 2007 1:16:43 GMT -6
Overnight, a fluffly blanket of snow has materialized to hide the contours of the late March landscape. Making it appear to be without hard edges... Adding to the surrealism, are the proudly bright blooms of pinks, purples, and reds; arranged in planters across the porch and down the steps. A colorful, stark contrast to the pristine backdrop of white. In the blink of an eye, platinum drizzles of rain, return; and the cottony covering, disappears. By afternoon, the sun graces the skies, with a gloriously soft, radiant light. It would seem, the weather, is like me, today. Not knowing quite what to do, with itself....
~Sabrina.
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Post by Sam on Jul 3, 2007 8:53:34 GMT -6
Man!!! Can I ever relate to this one!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 4, 2007 11:48:11 GMT -6
Thanks for the read, Sam! Inspired by a freaky day, nature wise, about three springs, ago. But, then again, this is Texas...The climate never seems to quite know what to do with itself...LOL....NIr.
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Post by DavidMc on Aug 16, 2007 5:43:46 GMT -6
Reading this again, gives a respite from the heat of August Lovely poem. David
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Post by anirbas on Aug 17, 2007 20:02:21 GMT -6
Thank you, Darling... ;D
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