Winter is a time of hope and anticipation of what is to come. It is a time of reflection on the past year and a look forward to good things to come. What was lost in the past year is not necessarily gone, but remain as seeds of hope for renewal in the spring. Collect those seeds and plant them again when you feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the gentle rains of spring. Let them grow and blossom. There is no hope, only memories in a dried arrangement!
Anticipation
I collected seeds today
What was once an orange glow
Mirroring the warmth of the sun
Now captive of early morning frost
Dried and twisted stems
Heads bowed in thirsting humility
Yet full of hope and anticipation
Remnants of petals soft and fragile
Hard-pressed in the icy blasts
Devoid of life-giving water
Memory of beauty still hanging on
Winter is a time of anticipation
Remembering and expecting
Knowing that when the icy chill is gone
Resurrection of beauty will occur
Hope left in the fruit of the flower
Seeds are not dead rather full of paused life
So I collect seeds in winter
With anticipation of spring
I really really love the way you write! I personally hate winter, so it’s lovely to see such a beautiful outlook 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words. It is all about perspective which is our choice!!
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you very much!
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Lovely words! 😊😊
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Thank You very much!
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Beautiful words.
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Thank You!
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It’s a delightful read…💙
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Thank you very much!
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