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Onset of Winter

Wintereinbruch / Onset of Winter / Inicio del invierno Tage verschwimmen im Nebel. Eisblumen malen Gesichter an die Fenster und die Zeit steht still wie eingefroren. Lange schon verstummte der sommerliche Vogelgesang. Der kurze Herbst hält noch die bunten Blätter an den Bäumen, doch jetzt sind sie versunken schon im frühen Frost wie ausgefallene Kristalle. Plötzlich dann nach nächtlichem Schneefall fällt die Natur in allzu frühen Winterschlaf Days become blurred in the fog. Tracery of faces on a frosted window and time stands still, as being frozen too. The summer birds' songs fell silent long ago. A brief autumn still holds colorful leaves on trees, but now they bogged in early frost like fancy crystals. Then suddenly after an overnight snowfall nature fell into a far too early hibernation Días se confunden en la niebla. Tracería de las caras en una ventana escarchada y el tiempo se detiene, como también congelado. Veraniegas canciones de pájaros quedaron en silencio hace tiempo. Un otoño breve aún mantiene hojas de colores en los árboles, pero ahora estancado en temprana helada como cristales especiales De prontodespués de una nevada de noche la naturaleza cayó en tan temprano hibernación

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Date: 4/11/2011 6:56:00 PM
Loved that last line nature fell into a far too early hibernation, this was a great enjoyable piece of poetry. thank you for reading Summer Gone By, and for your comment. you know if i had no past to remember it would really cut down on my poetry writing.
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Date: 4/3/2011 8:27:00 PM
Hi Gert :) Just wanted to thank you for dropping by my poems, you are so sweet to do that :) mm that mushroom & potato dish sounds yummy! careful still with your arm, ok? happy to know that the weather over there is getting better :) Enjoy your week & Alles Gute :) !!
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Date: 4/3/2011 10:47:00 AM
Did u send me Soup Mail Gert? did not receive it luv.. sorry ..please send again ..thankxx..
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Date: 4/3/2011 7:09:00 AM
ang ganda ng tula mo, gert... so flowing in expressions light and full of depth! i'm dazzled! :) hugggs and thanks for the visit.. are you better now? hope so, friend! :) huggs, nette
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Date: 3/31/2011 10:05:00 AM
yes winter is over, this was a great poem
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Date: 3/29/2011 3:09:00 PM
Hoping your day is as beautiful as your words Gert my friend.. and that your pain in arm is better now luv..
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Date: 3/29/2011 10:35:00 AM
Hi Gert! How are you this week? I hope you are doing better-- lovely and stirring poem you have here -- I almost wanted to whisper it as I was reading this... thank you for sharing this beautiful winter write-- Alles Gute!
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Date: 3/28/2011 10:10:00 PM
awesome in how the mood makes me feel this sense of sweet nostalgia... the lyrical sound of it all creates magic, gert... ang ganda ganda! :) huggs, nette
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Date: 3/28/2011 4:23:00 PM
Gert, I hadn't heard about Germany's "raccoon city." They're cute little critters, but I guess there's always the possibility of having "too much of a good thing." Thanks for telling me about Kassel. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/28/2011 5:13:00 AM
Magnificent words tell a lovely story Gert my friend.. a unique painting in precious words u have penned luv.. it is still Winter here and oh am longing so for Spring.. will just read your beautiful poetry which warms the heart and soul .. happy week luv..
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Date: 3/27/2011 4:43:00 PM
Just as the winter of our lives, Gert. Exceptional introspective write, dear friend. Have a wonderful, creative week. can't wait to read some more! Love it. Always, Annalise
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Date: 3/27/2011 3:50:00 PM
A magnificent description of an early frost when summer seems to have rushed right into winter, almost leaving fall out of the mix entirely, Gert! It was 90 degrees here today and poets are still writing about winter. Guess I need to head north so I can see this change of seasons. Not much spring here and very little fall as well. Love, Carolyn
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