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| July 6, 2020 |
Where are the days
when birds dip and dive,
chirp and sing,
flowers bloom in brilliance
When blue skies are
polished and shone
by the sun,
latticed with cloud
When lakes are dotted
with water birds gliding
on the glistening waves,
or on long legs, wading by the shore.
It has been many months past
and is many months hence
~ For this winter’s day ~
Memory and belief will have to suffice
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
~ Charles Bowden
sparkled and crunched
The brilliant sun’s warmth
only a memory
Blue skies wide,
streaked with wisping clouds.....
But it was too !@#$% cold ~
so I stayed in the house.
“February is just plain malicious. It knows your defences are down.”
~ Katherine Paterson, author
When the bristling
noise has ended,
calmer voices prevail
until political
thrust and parry begins.
“Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured
accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.
~ Daphne du Maurier, The “Rebecca” Notebook: And Other Memories
