Remember spring? With trees barely green, with flowers yellow and birds that sweetly sing.
Remember summer? When the sap was rising strong in you, never known a hotter lover.
Remember autumn? When that virus came and swept you up. I thought you taken. I mourned the loss.
But I welcome winter… you’re delivered back to me.
crispina kemp 
Beautifully done, Crispina. I watch the snow falling (still) and know spring is still a good ways off. I am in the moment. Waiting.
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In which case you’ll love my Tuesday Treats this week!
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I love all your pics so, for sure I will š
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I am bringing a bit of spring to your screens
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Beautiful poem Crispina
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Thank you, Sadje. Seemed kinda apt with so much covid
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Wonderful Crisp!
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Thank you, Nancy. š
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š You’re welcome š
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Iām still waiting for summer š
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The seasons cycle round… though I do swear they miss a season some years š
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