Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Magpie Tales 204...What Lies Beneath


 The Mill, 1964, Andrew Wyeth


Deep in bitter chill
Winter buries memories
in silent white drifts

Spring quietly dreams
of melting Winter's cold heart
with sunshine and warmth


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This week's prompt from Magpie Tales.  After weeks of icy, cold fog and endless gray, the other day I spotted daffodil buds just breaking ground.  The seasons change, no matter what else happens in our lives...

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8 comments:

  1. Sue JJanuary 31, 2014 at 12:07 AM

    Nicely put! There's always Spring to look forward to.

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  2. Susan AndersonFebruary 1, 2014 at 7:39 AM

    Well crafted and lovely.

    =)

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  3. HelenaFebruary 1, 2014 at 3:26 PM

    Had me smiling - such reassuring words! Well, the daffodils in my window boxes are peeking through at last. Our winter has been more wet and windy than snow packed.

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    1. terleeFebruary 1, 2014 at 5:35 PM

      Thanks. My daffs are poking up too, even in the midst of unrelenting icy fog...

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  4. Tess KincaidFebruary 1, 2014 at 5:44 PM

    There is a season...turn turn turn...love this...

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