Springing up from fertile ground,
angel’s breath, by trouble bound
to human tears, a treasure true;
hope-grown wings on heavenly cue.
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Springing up from fertile ground,
angel’s breath, by trouble bound
to human tears, a treasure true;
hope-grown wings on heavenly cue.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
All these pictures of the frost are amazing! Great shots! 😉
Thanks!! It sure was beautiful!
Spectacular.
Thanks Millie! 🙂
May spring thaw out the angel wings so that he/she can fly again…
Aw, such a sweet thought. Thanks Rosy!
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Absolutely fantastic photo.
Thanks Lyle! Have you ever seen frost like that?? A lot of the flakes were dime-sized or larger… simply extravagently stunning!
No I haven’t but that’s the beauty of frost – the configurations are often different.
Our compensation for cold weather?? ;D
Feathery light and lovely.
Thanks Elena! 🙂
Thank you for sharing your gorgeous frost with us, and poem too! 🙂
Thanks for your continued blessing of encouragement…
I LIKE this one A LOT!!!!
Thanks Caddo! (Maybe I should take back my comment about the stapler??) *giggle*
No, you have me guffawing for the first time in a solid week!
Then perhaps two perfect holes on your person are a small price to pay… 🙂 [Insert snort here]
You’re SO right–snorthing with you (yes, I left the typo in–makes for longer laugh snorts!)!
Perhaps ‘snorthing’ is the plural version? 🙂
Probably means “2 girlfriends snorting together over the same thing”–I’ll check my Caddo dictionario…
Cool – are those available on Amazon?? 🙂