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Post by spiroszafiris on Apr 2, 2022 12:08:36 GMT -5
were it not for Spring wrong would rule raw and mireful tunes Spring, kindred and soft, touches sweet Harmony, worships Her steps and Love forgives the wanton refrains of yesterdays cold and cruel hush, hush, the suspicions of otherwise Spring is the most ethereal —other seasons have their glory; were it not for Spring, harder seasons would not listen and the men of today would have spikes on their feet ** ** ..circa 1986..©2010/2015/2022 Spiros Zafiris ..channeled; spirit Ram.. ..1st in Time's Essence 2014
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Post by petra6 on Apr 2, 2022 14:21:12 GMT -5
your words caress their subject, as if stroking a kitten. Thank you Spiro, you open my heart to the season.
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Post by spiroszafiris on Apr 2, 2022 14:52:02 GMT -5
..thanks much, Petra; I'm pleased you read this one..!
.>sp ______
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Post by winddance on Apr 3, 2022 9:46:00 GMT -5
wonderful spring melody, the vernal beat fills the air now.
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Post by judih on Apr 3, 2022 12:15:31 GMT -5
delightful and respectful ode to sweet spring
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Post by sasha on Apr 3, 2022 12:46:17 GMT -5
her onset is more gradual here in New England, she's a bashful debutant - but the snow is mostly gone, & even though the woods are still brown and gray, we know she's in the wings - her next manifestation will likely be the wood frogs - then the songbirds' call to prayers, before little green things start climbing up out of the brown......
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Post by spiroszafiris on Apr 3, 2022 13:51:35 GMT -5
..thanks very much, winddance, judih and Sasha..appreciate your having read and commented
.>sp _________
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