Without Snow

the starkness of oak the limbs emulating lack cold bites without snow without sun, leaves, they’re held back Oh the sting - where are Spring bees? 1/21/2023
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Andresen Avatar
January 23, 2023 at 5:22 AM
- I have been ready for spring for a long time ... the winter has been long ... we've had enough of snow .. let the bees come, Kim :) - hugs
Rodrigues Avatar
January 23, 2023 at 6:00 AM
Spring will soon be abuzz! Thanks, Anne-Lise! Warm hugs ~ Kim
Sands Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 6:50 PM
Great Tanka Kim. We have snow here. More tonight and another storm Wednesday. :)
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 8:10 PM
Stay warm! Hugs ~ Kim
Poet Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 4:12 PM
I loved reading your beautiful Tanka, Kim. As the temperature rises, the weather becomes more agreeable for all types of wildlife.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 8:09 PM
True! Thank you, my friend!
Pandit Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 1:32 PM
We have that weather also--no snow yet--but I can do without. Winter moments well captured, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 2:22 PM
Thank you, Vijay!
Kendrick Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 12:23 PM
They are either dead from drowning or frozen. LOL..Thanks for sharing. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 2:23 PM
Thanks for the humor, my poetry sister!
Buhagiar Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 3:02 AM
Hopefully we will soon see them, but at the moment it's raining cats and dogs. Hope all are well at hope. My thoughts are always on your father. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 11:03 AM
Thanks for always thinking of my dad. I appreciate you so! Hope you are doing well too. God bless you, dear friend!
Wolf Avatar
January 21, 2023 at 7:44 PM
'Tis an odd winter without the snow... O.K. Bring on the bees.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2023 at 11:04 AM
Yes, the bees, not the cold sting ;)
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