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isobelle
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 Posted: Saturday, 06 February 2010, 1:50 AM Post subject: Through woody veins ~ |
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Through woody veins ~
Today the fog lingers, clinging tight
To remnants of the cloak of night.
Sucked away by temperatures rising
Grasping at branches, there’s no disguising
Its intention to stay and play in the light.
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Still are the trees as they stretch from sleep
Awaking from dreams long and deep.
Winter gently lets loose its chains
Life drawn from roots along woody veins
The spirit of Spring pokes her head out to peep
Copyright ©2010KDP
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Peggy Carpenter Harwood
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| Posted: Saturday, 06 February 2010, 3:37 AM Post subject: |
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Good description in this nature poem! I particularly like your description of the fog! So you can tell that spring is coming already-it's peeping out, can you? I can't see any signs of it on this side of the Atlantic! We just had a big snow storm.
I love the thought of England cloaked in fog! I like fog- especially when I don't have to drive!!!
Original treatment for a much written about subject: That is difficult to do sometimes, but I think you did it well! 
Peggy
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Joyful Jan
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| Posted: Saturday, 06 February 2010, 8:17 AM Post subject: |
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Great job, Kerry!!! I like the fog too, as long as I don't have to drive in it, either. It makes the forest and trees look so mysterious and sort of eery. Sometimes it is so thick here in the valley, it seems to make the city disappear completely. I can pretend I'm almost anywhere. I live close to a river and it looks really cool in the fog.
Hugs Jan 
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Wordworx
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| Posted: Sunday, 07 February 2010, 18:12 PM Post subject: |
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An unusual, but quite apt analogy, Isobelle---and an excellent verse also!
Fog can be very picturesque in certain settings. I've a few photos of scenic foggy countrysides stored in my voluminous archives from years past. I'll see about searching them for a suitable pic you could post with this poem, if you wish.
Brief as this poem is, it's a jewel-in-writing, ma'am.
Rigadoon Roy
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poet1108
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| Posted: Monday, 08 February 2010, 4:55 AM Post subject: |
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Dear Isobelle--I enjoyed this word picture and I so concur with the accolades of the others. Short but sweet as some would say, but packs feeling. Looking forward to more of your writes.....KayD
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