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Softly slips the snow away, Leaching life on sundry hills; Signature of closing day A rosy glow where death fulfills The purpose set in eons past, To mark the graves of Winter dreams; Do not weep as funeral mass Sets stitch by stitch its springtime seams.
Softly slips the snow away,
Leaching life on sundry hills;
Signature of closing day
A rosy glow where death fulfills
The purpose set in eons past,
To mark the graves of Winter dreams;
Do not weep as funeral mass
Sets stitch by stitch its springtime seams.
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Lovely…
You always like it when I mention you by name, don’t you? 🙂 Thanks Rosy!
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LOVE it! Blessings to you!
Thanks Heidi! I appreciate your visits and comments so much…
What a magical shot Melody!
Thanks! It isn’t what I was going for- but gosh, I’ll take it! 🙂
Melody, I believe you are a spring flower whose bloom has opened, revealing all its treasures within. You have been writing some great poetry. This is one of my favorites. 🙂
Aw, shucks! 🙂 Thanks so much, Eric. I appreciate that…
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I loved that ending line, Melody! And beautiful photo. Thank you for capturing these meaningful moments for us!
Thanks Debbie. Believe me, they are just as much for me and my growth as for anyone else – I’m just amazed and gratified that y’all are in on the journey with me! 🙂
stitching spring together is genius !
Tanks Debbie! It’s in the fabrication phase – no finished product as of yet… 🙂
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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