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Seasonal Whir

Springtime and Summer pass in a whir
      Autumn winds expose a raw nerve

   December frost retrieves Old Man Winter
      What's for dessert ~ I think I'll skip dinner

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Susan Ashley

August 18, 2022 at 1:46 PM

Dear Gershon, seasonal whir, indeed, they fly by way too fast! “December frost retrieves Old Man Winter” - I love this line! I love all the seasons too (especially a snowy season) - don’t hate me for that hehe! Warmest wishes.. ~Susie SnowFlake

Susan Ashley

August 19, 2022 at 4:25 PM

Lol!! I like Bambi way too much to get a hunting license.. and besides two weeks is too short for the snowy season! ~ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow :)

Gershon Wolf

August 19, 2022 at 1:29 PM

As I live and breathe, you are still in the land of the living!... I'll make you a deal, Susie SnowFlake. You get to love that Snowy Season IF you get a hunting license -- which is only good for two weeks, I hear. ~ Ready, Fire, Aim

Elizabeth Mccann

August 17, 2022 at 6:04 PM

You made me think of pumpkin pie for which, in Australia, I don't have the right pumpkin! Guess it'll have to be apple today! Eliz.

Gershon Wolf

August 17, 2022 at 6:40 PM

Now, you have your life's next mission in front of you, Elizabeth! -- Finding a way to grow or import the right kind of pumpkins in/to Australia for making pumpkin pie! Go to it!! You'll take the frost off of the pumpkin! :)