I can find beauty
when the flowers succumb to the snow.
I can lay down my hopes and my dreams.when the flowers succumb to the snow.
I can accept this day, as it is.
I can feel sad.
It is part of our cycle.
It is part of our almanac.
It is not good or bad.
It is for me to find.
I took my seed out to the birds.
This shall pass.
The snow will melt.
The birds will sing and flowers will bloom again.
4 comments:
Yes, Spring will bloom again. Just lovely!!!!!
Dear Mary,
I hope so!
The 18 degrees and 9 nights of low to mid 20's about wiped my gardens out! The heavy snow was the finale!
Sad but it will be okay.
I had to get past the sad to see the beauty.
Sherry
Lovely, Sherry! Sometimes it takes more to get beyond the sad. I love your words and thoughts in this post! And the photos surely define the merger of winter and spring beauty.
Dear Sue,
I think I must be a realist/romatic! Always I have the knowingness of the sad yet I look for beauty. Always I look for the beauty.
It is there if I dig deep enough.
Sherry
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