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Our Valley

It is mid winter now,
our valley in full frosty
set; all the forest, absent
canopy a crystal wet; 

heard a drippy
critter sneeze, not a wild nose escaping
cold's frigid breeze -- 

bare trees in thick bark sleeves -- 

yet no limbs entirely forsaken 

Nature will again show us, her blossom 
memory --

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Ink Empress

February 10, 2025 at 9:07 AM

Dear joe, reading this was like looking at an artwork, painted in such detail, i love the descriptive nature of this poem which made me wonder, what the weather is like there right now. Its so hot here, and i also love the way you’ve written “heard a drippy critter sneeze, not a wild nose escaping cold's frigid breeze -- “ made me almost sneeze too. You really do know how to evoke various emotions and awaken senses of a reader! So clever and profound! Pleasure reading you today! Sending you light always

Joseph P. DiMino

February 11, 2025 at 7:23 AM

Thank you so much for the encouragement, IE; this was from memory. Once lived in a much colder climate, even once experienced -27f. But for a long time now I have been in Phoenix Arizona, which gets quite hot at times. 122f once, I road to work on my motorcycle, felt the blood boiling beneath my finger nails. Now it is winter in our valley, Phoenix also a valley, but each day hovers around 70f -- it is perfect.

Valsa George

February 9, 2025 at 11:57 PM

Your valley blanketed in snow must be a sweet sight to behold. 'bare trees in thick bark sleeves'..... love this description. After winter, Nature will again come in colorful shades. Enjoyed your lovely description, dear Joe.

Joseph P. DiMino

February 10, 2025 at 7:43 AM

I am now in a desert, but remember well, the Hudson River Valley, not far from where I grew up. It had inspired an entire culture of artists.