Water’s Way Cold that is no longer snow makes a mad dash down the brook rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I am always trying to catch summer…. When that brook gets there ask him to have summer wait for me LOL LikeLike Reply
Clever!
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I like your rhythm and movement in words and picture!
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Very nice imagery.
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Delightful. Thank you.
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spring and summer seem to be playing hard to get this year… 🙂
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Fantastic words and capture! 😀
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Giant green splash coming soon. Nice shot.
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Beautiful picture
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This is wonderful x
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Lovely picture : )
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your poem has resonance
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I like the line ‘cold that is no longer snow’. It sure looks cold in there
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Beautiful – could almost hear the water.
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Once again, your words and photo are right on!
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Real nice. Reminded me of a babbling brook running merrily along.
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nice!
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Beautiful
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Lovely!
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I am always trying to catch summer…. When that brook gets there ask him to have summer wait for me LOL
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Exactly!
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Your photos awesome! Your words make them captivating.
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