“Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.”
Rainer Marie Rilke
Maverick Mist 
A lovely poem, beautifully illustrated. Quite different for you isn’t it Maverick?? Nicely done!!
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I tend to read more in the winter and like the combinations when sometimes they work well together.
Thank you for the nice compliment Tina.
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Fantastic photograph. I love the use of light and the lines. Great post. Hugs,Barbara
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Thank you Barbara. *Hugs*
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