overwhelmed with responsibility
I listen to the rain fall for hours early this morning.
not a bird rejoices
as dawn breaks, although hidden
but the train travels through
twice, horn insistent.
strong coffee brews,
snowflakes appear
beauty automatic,
like women with blue eyes
and goldenrod hues of hair.
a tantrum wouldn’t fix
what’s inside my head,
use the wisdom and
traits God gave me
stop worrying about
what’s changing.
snowflakes fall
white covers the ground
my lilies now
curled back in fear,
winter refuses to leave
and I wish you were here.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A long winter indeed, even over here. Never had so many colds in my life as the past months. I appreciate a good fever but this is too much.
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Wears a person down. I trust you’ve had proper care. I’ve never looked forward to the summer heat like I am now. April 1st brought 7 inches of snow. More flurries today. And more again over the weekend…
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Well it is still cold here but no snow, though we had loads over Paddy’s week. It doesn’t really snow that much here but quite a lot over March, very unusual. Still cold though, barely above freezing.
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Hope you have moments when the beauty is seen. My thing is, if it’s gonna be cold let it snow so at least we have a cause.
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Too true, it’s the blasted damp I have a problem with.
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Yes, it chills one to the core.
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We both need warming up.
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Verily it is so
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Indeed Miss Austen
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What will you make of
The coming day?
What will the coming day
Make of you?
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I adore allowing my soul to search on what a day could make of me. Thank you, Ben. I hope others ponder such thoughts.
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Yes. It might improve things perhaps?
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I like to think so.
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Tender melancholy, beautifully written, Audrey. That last line – so powerful. ❤️
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There’s a yearning, for sure. I love a gently lain hook. Happy you enjoyed this, Betty. Thank you ♡
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Did I ever point out that Mother Nature is another one of them there mercurial females, always changing her mind. She is awe inspiring and beautiful though.
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Yet, you handle her with patience and ease. All we have to do is see the beauty. It’s there in front of us every morning. Just wrapped differently each day. A gift.
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I could complain (and some do) or I can, as you wisely suggest, get up each day and appreciate her for what see is.
Ever ponder that folks complain about rain but not running water? They love fruit but don’t like the cold that is required for it to bloom. Humans can be very fickle indeed.
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The beauty of what you’ve taught me over a few short years doesn’t escape me, you know. I listen well. There are certain details I am eager to burn into my memory. Your thoughts on faith and life are high on my list.
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Hopefully not high on the “What a twit” list.
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Let me check…
Your name again?
Ahh, yes, Mr. C, there you are…. 😉
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Oh dear….
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*avoids eye contact *
There’s been worse…
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Well that’s a relief.
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Giggle ♡
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Eloquent – I’m focused on the train.
Winter has returned here. We are once again looking at a nor’easter on Wednesday.
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Beautiful, Dan. The train is a point of focus, something I know returns every day. Something to count on.
Here as well..some final moments with the beauty of white.
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Train whistles always make me feel good.
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Smiles. They have created similar feelings in me, too.
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Winter begone.
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Did you use your wand, Butch?
Sure hoping so…but I don’t want it too hot either. Women.
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Yes I waved it. Can’t really control the outcome. Just that winter leaves.
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Ha. Gotcha
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Pretty dangerous thing, my wand.
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Giggle. Much responsibility comes with great power they say.
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😀
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♡
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By product of oil production. I think it is like methtane with impurities. They were using it at the school that blew up.
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I really love this ginger girl, it’s so poignant and moving.
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Oh, just a bit of rambling, I suppose. Getting thoughts out if anything. Thank you, my ginger sister. ♡
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That’s what we do…ramble, lol! Sometimes it turns out great though, like this. ❤
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Thank you, Dear One ♡
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You are welcome. I really enjoy reading your work Audrey, it’s very special. 🌺
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I’m such a fan of yours, Holly. I appreciate your eye and support. Much love ♡
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same here Audrey, much love to you. ❤
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Thank you ♡
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ah – so awesome – could feel so much mood and emotion
and not sure about the line of women with blue eyes??? that just felt out of place with the hair line too – but hey – this is your work and was done so well – esp with that photo
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I appreciate your constructive feedback, prior. Thank you for your kind thoughts, too. The blue eyes and blonde hair sorta stemmed from that girly feeling women sometimes get surrounding their poor self image and wishing they were ahead of some crazy self imposed idea of perfection they’ve created or allowed the opposite sex to decide for them. The old saying blondes have more fun comes to mind…
In this poem I feel it fits the image of beauty, even if I’m the redhead with hazel eyes writing it out.
I’m happy you liked the photo.
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oh – I also thought maybe it was a romantic thing – ha – but as you explained it that makes a lot of sense –
🙂
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Sometimes it’s better I don’t explain my thought process. Usually what y’all come up with here is way better. Creates a dramatic effect of positive proportions. Either way now you know.
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Amen! I don’t care whether “they” call it global warming, climate change, or something else. It’s the winter-that-wouldn’t-quit, and most of us wish it would!!
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It’s this time of year when it’s raining one minute, snowing the next and then stuck in between cold and too wet when I shake my head and wonder if weather patterns will ever make sense. There was so much beauty in this morning, now looking back, but I was stuck in the ughs, I guess.
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