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

Date: 2/10/2025 9:07:00 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

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/11/2025 7:23:00 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

Date: 2/9/2025 11:57:00 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.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/10/2025 7:43:00 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.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/9/2025 10:54:00 PM

The bare tree line . That was a wowser. The ending is so lovely

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/10/2025 7:45:00 AM

Thank you, Andrea; your encouraging comment is also a Wower for my writing ego. Have beautiful day!

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 2/9/2025 8:50:00 PM

Oh I can't wait to see that first blossom of spring again, I waited on baited breath dear J,

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/10/2025 7:46:00 AM

I know...after awhile, deeper into winter, the spirit longs for blossom change. Have a beautiful day my blossom friend!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 2/9/2025 6:38:00 PM

A cold valley means the mountains are even colder. I enjoy this poem. Now I feel cold.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/10/2025 7:49:00 AM

Good strong coffee with a shot of Sambuca. My go to. Thank you, Hilda.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 2/9/2025 5:34:00 AM

Winter and hope of spring.Enjoyed reading the poem

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/9/2025 7:58:00 AM

Thank you, Akham; have a beautiful day!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 2/8/2025 8:58:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your "Our Valley" write. Spring will be here soon to warm your valley up. Enjoy your weekend..................

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/8/2025 9:01:00 AM

Yep, allergies and all -- I look forward to spring. You also Paula; have a beautiful day!