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Late Winter Morning

Puffs of cotton blowing high, Hiding, then revealing The warmth of the light, Shadows across my face concealing A late winter morning confused By the finger of spring.

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Pandita Sietesantos

Date: 5/20/2018 11:08:00 AM

It's all about the beauty you shared in awesome imagery! Such a lovely piece that I enjoyed reading! Hugs. Pandita

Winged Warrior

Date: 5/12/2018 8:41:00 AM

Beautifully portrayed my friend...love and light...^WW^

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 5/11/2018 8:19:00 PM

I enjoyed your poem this evening, Isn't it grand when spring can place a finger on winter and blow it away with her beauty. Love it,

Daniel Turner

Date: 5/11/2018 8:11:00 PM

Oh, I like this one immensely, Sunlite. "The finger of spring" now that's cool!

Heidi Sands

Date: 5/11/2018 11:28:00 AM

Oh, I just love this! I love to watch the sky too and this is so well written. A favorite :) Thanks for sharing!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/11/2018 11:10:00 AM

Lovely verse and image Sunlite, but thankfully winters behind us now, that said winter does have a certain beauty. Tom.