Original Poetry, Poems Thirty-Five Degrees January 28, 2020 / Thirty-Five Degrees Not quite rain yet not quite snow it drips from naked branches like the tears of winter’s grief below. The slumbering soil’s sense is heightened, soaked and silent in the weeks before the voice beneath it speaks. ~ S.K. Orr
Francis Berger January 28, 2020 at 3:04 pm Sorry, but this was so good that I had to share it on my blog. Vivid, powerful imagery. I like the way the lines drip onto each other, which adds a whole other dimension to the scene you have illustrated. Well done, sir.
admin January 28, 2020 at 8:14 pm Francis, as always, you are generous and gracious. Thank you so much. The encouragement is so valuable to me these days.
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Francis Berger
Sorry, but this was so good that I had to share it on my blog. Vivid, powerful imagery. I like the way the lines drip onto each other, which adds a whole other dimension to the scene you have illustrated. Well done, sir.
admin
Francis, as always, you are generous and gracious. Thank you so much. The encouragement is so valuable to me these days.
Craig Davis
Simply beautiful.
admin
Thank you, Craig. I’m pleased that you enjoyed it.