
the song of spring
murmurs softly deep
beneath the earth where
roots and seeds rest
blanketed under winter’s
beautiful frosting
~kat
As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.
Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!
~kat




February 17th, 2025 at 1:44 am
Wonderful ♥️
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February 18th, 2025 at 7:02 pm
Thank you Caleb ✨💚✨
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February 17th, 2025 at 2:29 am
A lovely poem Kat
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February 17th, 2025 at 7:18 am
Thank you Sadje 💚
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February 17th, 2025 at 8:38 am
You’re most welcome
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February 17th, 2025 at 2:08 pm
Lovely poem.
We’ve had sunny glimmers today Kat. Even managed to get the washing out on the line to dry!
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February 18th, 2025 at 11:36 pm
How wonderful. I love smell of laundry that is line dried! 😊
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February 19th, 2025 at 7:47 am
There is nothing like the smell of washing dried outside, especially sheets and towels. One of the best luxuries is going to bed in fresh linens.
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