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Signs of the Times

Winter is surly.
Eagerly early,
Spring overtakes.
Not left behind
I hurry to find
Clippers and rake.
Each bud and blossom
Quits playing possum.
Appearances make.
Responsive resurgence,
Fixed on fast forward,
Nature awakes!

By: Joyce Johnson
1/28/10

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Andrea Dietrich

January 29, 2010 at 7:06 PM

Fun to read this one, Joyce and I am thankful for you that it was not your own son you were writing of. Nonetheless, it's a tragedy any young man has to die in Iraq. I did a tribute like that too one time, for a friend of a friend. I did not even know the person. It's interesting to try to write for others that way. thanks for commenting on my little poem. I am sure you are a great couple, you and hubbie. Luv, andrea

Margaret Foster

January 28, 2010 at 10:53 PM

One thing about the snow, everyones garden looks good. :) come spring, come the clippers and rake, but it's all worth it. I love gardens... well written...Margaret