Shifting of branches
Crack of her limbs
A melody of tinkling,
The cause for my grin.
Ice sliding downward
Upon a water bed,
And these sounds,
Caused by the wind.
A reason for pause
A merge of solitude,
I wonder what if
or possibly, what then.
Turning to ask,
A fog of memories,
Finding you further away
And our story, at its end.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful, Audrey. Especially as I sit her in our California rainstorm.
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So I see, Jacqui. I do hope you’re staying dry and out of harms way. Best indoors for now. Thank you
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Loved the picture.
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Aw, thank you. I’m really wishing I’d braved the cold Temps a bit longer and really tried. I think the best angles were left alone this time.
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Another day. Stay warm.
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You, too 🙂
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How cold is it?
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Today, is mid 20s
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I seldom get to wear warm cloths.
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In Texas I had the same problem. I like warm clothes.
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It is still cold. Brrrr
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Snowed last night. A white dusting.
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Did you go sledding?
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No time for sledding, nor enough snow.
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Well that is not fun!
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well expressed!
with such
cold & crackling
linger on
it’s a wonder
when end
brings relief 🙂
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The ice free falling into the snow was quite liberating to witness. I hope for that for myself. Sigh. Thank you, my friend.
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That is some photo, Audrey. Ice on all the branches is truly an amazing sight, but do be careful walking under.
As for your poem, wondrously and beautifully graphic, but you are still pining and I am still sad for you.
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Taking these photos were a thrill as the cracking of much larger tree’s branches spoke loudly. The tinkling was medolic and a joy to hear. Thank you..
As you remember, my poetry began with pining..I think for me, until true love arrives, pining is how it’ll be expressed. Pathetic, longing and wistful desire. I can’t force another angle. I’ve tried.
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OK – just don’t close your eyes
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Eyes open and too busy to see anyway. ♡
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Beautiul writing as always, but you did said at the end.that the story does end there, where is the rest
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Keep looking, you may see more eventually or not. My plans are to move on to the next poem. Thanks for reading, Charlie
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To the contrary, thank you for putting up those poems.
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The nice thing about winter is your margarita stays cold. (That is about it though)
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Spoken by a true Texan, and someone who knows better. I had a gentleman at church today tell me he’s handling all this rain really well. Much easier to scoop…lol. Sounded like something you might say. xx ’bout time for a margarita!!
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At my age shoveling rain is the best I can do. 😀
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Hush! 😘
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🙂
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Beautiful winter!
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It was a beautiful few days. A wonderland, indeed. Thank you..
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A merge of solitude. Gosh I felt this Winter poem so richly. xoxo
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Happy to know it’s well received. Thank you, Candice. ♡
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Each Winter thaws into a beautifully Renewed Spring. Sleep soft in the calm of the Winter Hush and know Transformation and Rebirth await 🙂
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Beautiful poetry, my friend. ♡
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Eventually, my friend, the ice thaws. Hold onto that thought, ‘k? Mega hugs to carry you through the gray and frozen days ’til Spring blossoms forth!
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Enjoying the ride before me. Bumps and all, Debbie. Thank you.
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