patience
.
tiny signs of life
in a landscape bent on breaking
beating
renewal growth
renewal
growth
quietly anticipating tomorrow
without calling for a promise
.
.
tiny signs of life
in a landscape bent on breaking
beating
renewal growth
renewal
growth
quietly anticipating tomorrow
without calling for a promise
.
March 5th, 2013 at 8:22 am
the seasons in your poetic hands are a pleasure no matter which one.
March 5th, 2013 at 9:07 am
ahhh, the hearts come when they will . . .
March 5th, 2013 at 9:33 am
mmmm … lovely.
your photo ~ so tender and artful
xxo
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March 5th, 2013 at 9:50 am
I need to go in search of them.:0)
March 5th, 2013 at 10:00 am
ah but there is so much assurance in that promise…spring is coming…we have buds on our trees already…and a huge snow storm tonight…ha…
March 5th, 2013 at 11:25 am
Masterful – and as economical as nature itself- nothing unnecessary – nothing wasted here. Bravo!
March 5th, 2013 at 11:45 am
Nature’s lessons and beauty are never ending. So beautifully written here.
March 5th, 2013 at 12:15 pm
the tiny signs of life are bringing smiles to my heart right now. Your photo reminds me of my cherry tree, it has the same tiny signs.
March 5th, 2013 at 12:48 pm
This is a state of grace, beautiful.
March 5th, 2013 at 2:13 pm
The spring fulfills its promise–as we come to it longingly–beautiful write!
March 5th, 2013 at 2:22 pm
Sweet and beautiful! 🙂
March 12th, 2013 at 11:51 pm
so eloquently said. <3