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Spring of Winter Day (Revised)
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Nature/Environment Gentle breeze, softly cuddling me in sweet comfort;
A soothing morning sunshine so lovely for its worth;
It’s still winter, your feel is already spring!
But, where oh where are my twittering friends?
I did not see them swing nor hear them sing!
Perhaps they heard the echo of my silent call.
They start to chirp in answer to my call.
Oh what a magical noise they make, my heart leaps!
Their sound is music that stirs my spirit and flesh.
They sing in chorus the song of praise.
Blessed day, how excellent is your way.
The air is pleasant and refreshingly gay.
This place still needs rain; don’t make our bones dry!
Parchness is persecution far too much to contain;
It hurts my soul; I suffer and cry.
Sweet breeze comes a floating on the air.
Carried by the wind of change from the northerly fair;
A hovering shawl, a silky mantle on my shoulder’s frame.
Anointment of calmness that caresses my face, unashamed;
A balm of stillness in this spring of winter day!
@greenmeadow, 01 August 2007
Beautiful, and living in some
Beautiful, and living in some uniquely serene place between delicate and durable.
A charming and delightful read indeed with some really lovly lines i really liked- Don"t make our bones dry"- if you want rain you should try living here in Scotland!! Anyhows enjoyed the read, cheers.
Spring of Winter Day (Revised)
Yeah bendergender - indeed! Such a polarity of contrast our weather is! Thank you very much!
"Did not our heart burn within us?" ~Luke 24:32