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 Dripping ekeplinger        (More) 2/14/2017
 Oh Mister Moon  norman        (More) 2/11/2017
 February's Winter Winds Cynthiaapwlts        (More) 2/9/2017
 THE FIERCE SPRING GALES Biggus        (More) 2/3/2017
 FOOTSTEPS IN THE FROST  Biggus        (More) 2/3/2017
 PICTURES listener        (More) 2/2/2017
 Winter's Snow momsgirl2        (More) 2/1/2017
 WATERY WORLD Biggus        (More) 1/31/2017
 IN A COUNTRY LANE Biggus        (More) 1/31/2017
 BIG ZOO poetalthomas        (More) 1/30/2017
 S.A.D dave.wynter        (More) 1/30/2017
 Dearnford Lake dave.wynter        (More) 1/28/2017
 Mother Nature momsgirl2        (More) 1/24/2017
 The silver lemming award assisi        (More) 1/23/2017
 Where The Wild Rose Will Grow ColinMacDonald        (More) 1/23/2017
 BENEATH THE GREY SKIES Biggus        (More) 1/23/2017
 Three Black Birds Cynthiaapwlts        (More) 1/21/2017
 Colorful majesty of flowers olderandbolder        (More) 1/19/2017
 AN OAK Biggus        (More) 1/17/2017
 SPRINGS ON ITS WAY hollydar        (More) 1/16/2017
 A CAVE Biggus        (More) 1/12/2017
 SPRING WAITS hollydar        (More) 1/12/2017
 Winter Morning dave.wynter        (More) 1/11/2017
 Clouds ColinMacDonald        (More) 1/9/2017
 My very best Butterfly Photo SuperSlimJim        (More) 1/9/2017
 Rose for a Rose SuperSlimJim        (More) 1/7/2017
 January Afternoon Rendering Cynthiaapwlts        (More) 1/6/2017
 NOCTURNAL Biggus        (More) 1/6/2017
 Insect in my Garden SuperSlimJim        (More) 1/5/2017
 Peace Johnny Sachu        (More) 1/5/2017

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Capricious breezes, gusty winds,
whip cloying mist from sodden skies,
a chilling settles in the bones.

Rainfall left alone would be
a gentle damping of the thirsty ground
sustaining dormant life,
lifting to the rising evergreens,
dripping from the crying clouds
instead is driven, hesitates,
then slaps against the bending boughs
wetting bark and long dead leaves.

A treasure trove for sponging earth
in earnest expectation when
renewal 'wakens fresh new growth,
the sunshine days of warmth held close.

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