Oh, sun-filled memories... I usually try to hibernate. Otherwise, I get melancholic. I suffer too much during the winter. Thank you for a beautiful poem!
The steady movement of time, written on my face reflecting, heart time, and all times, wrinkles of time on my face along with a few, time “spots” on the left side. A thought inspiring poem, thanks Frederick. G
As alwayd G, when you're happy with my work, I'm also happy. I should write a poem about the tree, a so-called Bradford pear and accompany the poem with photos of the tree in each season.
Sometimes the snow shifts from skift to drift, as do my thoights…
Good use of rhyme.
Was not my plan, to rhyme…
Oh, sun-filled memories... I usually try to hibernate. Otherwise, I get melancholic. I suffer too much during the winter. Thank you for a beautiful poem!
Gorgeous photo, basking naked skinned still tree in snow, glowing and growing, standing tall, aiming high!
The steady movement of time, written on my face reflecting, heart time, and all times, wrinkles of time on my face along with a few, time “spots” on the left side. A thought inspiring poem, thanks Frederick. G
Paper, the tongue of trees.
Yes, a tree poem for all seasons. methinks your Bradford Pear tree has a tongue and speaks the tongue of trees for you to hear.
As alwayd G, when you're happy with my work, I'm also happy. I should write a poem about the tree, a so-called Bradford pear and accompany the poem with photos of the tree in each season.
I restacked you👍
Thanks!
Beautiful!❄️. There was more snow “when I was a kid,” and I’m sad I’m old enough to say that. Also- thank you for teaching me a new word today! Skift!