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The Seasons

THE SEASONS a cold touch of heart the empty whiteness of eyes nothing green survives sudden disturbance yesterday now tomorrow nothing audible before you know it this verdant transformation and bright warm blue sky the northern god speaks his breath cool and threatening a shiver – goose bumps

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 6/16/2013 8:06:00 AM

Enjoyed, Daver! Jimbo

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 1/28/2013 6:49:00 PM

I like the last one. Brings a picture to the mind. It has been so very cold here and I for one will be glad when spring arrives. love phyl

Joe Maverick

Date: 1/25/2013 7:46:00 PM

I think I like the idea of that warm blue Sky most of all Daver.." I recokon that warmth could thaw out a heap a snow."

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 1/25/2013 12:30:00 PM

Feeling like Frosty, huh Daver?:) Thank goodness we've no carrot noses. You've painted a vista that feels very much like ours here. Love the imagery you've used, it can bring cold shivers into the minds and limbs of many. It's no wonder why some snowpeople have hats and scarves. Love, Mikki