The weeds looked bedraggled in a solemn winter landscape,
beaten down by voracious winds,
sapped of energy by caustic cold
until the sun shone for an instant long enough,
and I bent with lens to get a little closer
and zoomed to erase her weed-companions.
And from the chaos of that weedy patch emerged
a dramatic apparition waving in a sunny breeze,
staunchly standing in a blanched terrain,
made beautiful by its singular independence.
Amazing! Both the photo and your poetry!
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So nice!
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That’s a lovely weed, Dor.
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Lovely Dor! Bravo~
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Dor, you write such beautiful poetry. I loved this — both the poem and the photo. Such a creative friend you are!
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Lovely!
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Thanks Dianna! Sometimes I lapse into a poetry because it just says things in a different way.
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🙂
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Who woulda thought a weed could be pretty?
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I have always loved writing poetry and sometimes it’s just the best way to express feelings. Cindy, thanks so much for noticing. 🙂
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love the poem – nice
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Thanks Patty! Sometimes the words just mysteriously appear in my head. 🙂
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