
Spring chooses apple
quince, cherry, plum trees for blooms
but Winter’s crystals,
indiscriminate, flower
any plant whose arms are raised.
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
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Last weekend we had a few days of gorgeous hoarfrost. This is not usual here so I was thrilled to have my camera along on Sunday when we walked the path at Derby’s Reach and the whole place was like a giant orchard in bloom. Our rains are back now and the frost is long gone… but not before I got a few photos and a poem.
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today byTabatha Yeatts at her always intriguing blog The Opposite of Indifference.
Gorgeous photo. And your poem captures the wonder of that hoarfrost.
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Thanks, Dori! It was a beautiful few days.
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Your take on the generosity of winter is wonderfully refreshing!
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I love the idea of winter’s crystals “blooming” anywhere. Lovely poem and photo, Violet. =)
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Love the poem — what a great photo too!
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I’m glad you shared and wrote about that beautiful scene, Violet. We have snow today, but just enough to look pretty, not enough to hamper too much. Love the idea of the plants & trees lifting their branches for a bloom.
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Amazing photograph. And yes winter is not discriminate about where it lands.
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You’ve captured it.
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I love this!
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The picture is gorgeous! And I love your words, such a whole new way of thinking about the winter world. Thank you!
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Gorgeous! both poem and pic.
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Gorgeous photo, and equally gorgeous poem!
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What a stunning photo! Thank you for capturing something I’ve never seen and pairing it with such a lovely poem (and one that anticipates Spring!).
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What a sight! Your photo and poem are, once again, a perfect pairing, Violet. The tanka form suits your thoughts well. I love imagining the trees raising their arms to be festooned.
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