Approach of Winter
William Carlos Williams
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine,—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.
Maverick Mist 
Beautiful! I’m working on a piece about the winter solstice, but it hasn’t come together like how beautifully yours did. Wonderful!
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I’m sure yours will. Thanks. 🙂
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Che bel colore il blu 🙂 Un saluto
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Grazie ❤ Era sera, c'erano le luci di Natale tra gli alberi. 🙂
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And the light returns!
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Yes, now if we could only move the clocks ahead 4 years. 😉
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Do you think your heart is dead? Is it too broken this time? Every winter the flowers crumble and the trees die. And every spring, He gives them life again. Can not the One who gives life to the dead land, give life to your dead heart? Yasmin Mogahed
Excellent post!
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Love the quote Semra, thank you. ❤
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