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Melting Slush

This morning’s slush is melting From last night’s dust of snow Which, since it wasn’t pelting, Left little trace, although… Some little mounds keep clinging To surfaces of grass, Enough for snowball flinging Before the urge might pass. This weather’s awfully fickle – It almost feels like spring, But it’s more like a tickle, Awaiting winter’s zing. Still, I’m out by the river, Just soaking up the sun Which the heavens did deliver To get all the melting done.

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Date: 2/5/2025 8:48:00 PM
I enjoy this poem. The clash if titans has started, Winter is Spring. Keep a sweater handy.
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Date: 2/3/2025 3:05:00 PM
Like this poem. Excellent imagery
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Date: 2/3/2025 12:35:00 PM
Send the sun over here Ilene as we are in desperate need of brighter days for many reasons (but you can keep the snow flurry! excellently observed as ever my friend:-) hugs Jan xx
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