Sometimes, winter feels so long that she forgets about spring… Spring, and the green green grass and the blooms of fresh flowers… the smell of earth after rain and songs of birds she loves hearing again and again as the sun shines on her heart… making art, with words that only come with spring… so until then she lays on fresh snow and she dreams, in hopes of spring.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels, credit goes to original artist
As we continue to dive into spring and get our fair share of rain, thunderstorms and fresh blooms…I want to ask my friends/bloggers, what is your favourite thing about the season?
I will start off…I love how the earth smells after rain and also right before rain…I love seeing the fresh green grass…I don’t always like a heavy downpour… especially if I am driving but I love sleeping to the sound of it 🙂 Alright these were just a few things…I hope to see many more of what you love in the comment section 🙂
Just a reminder to everyone that the winter collaboration is on till Dec 31, 2014. Hope to see you as many of you join in as possible in this one…so below is the link. Thank you!
It’s December and the holidays are almost upon us…naturally, that calls for a collaboration to celebrate the season! It will be open till December 31st, 2014 and I hope to see many contributions from my fellow bloggers and friends :).. As usual contribution can be made in the comment section and I will add them in the order they come…All contributions will be in different colours and I will list the contributor in the same colour at the end of the piece. Happy Holidays and hope to see you all join in!
free image from google
Watching snow
fall quietly by your window
warming your heart
for the holidays…
smiling from deep inside as I address each greeting card and knowing that it really isn’t that hard to make someone else smile from deep inside with the bit of cheer I can provide!
On the stove’s a singing pot To relieve the biting cold I’ll make the tea piping hot A taste of India, so bold Brings back memories I forgot And stories long since told Of holidays that mean a lot To all, both young and old
end of year so many new memories weaving patterns with the old not a hint of snow climate warms future challenges us
Temperatures fall Snowfall This pic Grabbed my eye ball
If snowflakes were glitter a festivus season to remember with ever six degrees of connection warm smiles and happiness is an infection.
“Keep Christmas your way–
Let me keep mine!”
Scrooge’s habit, bitter denial.
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My hope is that
We all keep Christmas
In our signature styles–
Savor, cherish meaning awhile.
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Not held for mere
Day, within our hearts;
Treasure Babe-King’s love always–
Never let it depart.
In wonder I stand My face turned towards the skies As the flakes touch down gently upon my face Melting and mixing with tears of joy Knowing you will be home again soon. I smile at the memories Soon to be made Of another perfect holiday Spent with you.
after the harvest comes the season of reflection
a celebration of the gifts we have received
throughout the year but have often been too busy
during summer’s longer days to open
to gratefully acknowledge and to savor
初雪(はつゆき First Snow – haiku
midnight: snow flowers spiral down and quickly die on my outstretched hand.
Aaaaaand here is the final product of this beautiful fall collaboration! Thank you once again to all contributors 🙂 Do Check out their blog for some amazing work 🙂 🙂 and click on original post to view the entire collaboration. Thank you and enjoy this short yet beautiful season ❤
As the colours slowly start changing around us I thought I would do a fall collaboration with all of you. Like previous collaborations, please put your piece in the comment section and I will add it in the order they come. I will place the name of the contributors at the end of the piece. As per usual I have started it off…It will close on September 30th, 2014.Hope to see many colourful posts of the season 🙂
free google image of fall
Enchanted colours mesmerize
And you forget to analyze
As your heart falls in love
through your eyes
with autumn’s beauty.
The things that grow, must also pass, As cycles wander endlessly through Time, as changes and transformations Mark the maturation, signal The ripening of humanity and nature, of Humanity in nature. Fall is not the beginning of death, It is The arrival of new Awakenings