Bolam Lake on a mild Winter day Looking West from the North East corner (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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The Past Mild Winter, Nothing Now but a Distant Mem’ry.
Welcoming Mother Nature’s Insistence that Buds and Green-
-Start Ushering in a New Season Some Five Weeks back.
A Sun Drenched Gravel Walkway,
My Eyes Fixed Upon an Upright Clock at the Path’s Cross-
-Which Starts to Fade from a Distant Place.
A Start of Many Wandering Daydreams that Caress My Mind.
Syncopated Pitter-Patterings of The Local Runners Stomping Feet Upon Gravel Mixed
in with the Songs of Anxiously Chirping Birds, and Chattering Squirrels Ever at Play in The Surrounding Trees.
A Once Damaged Spirit, Slowly being Revived and Recovered,
in Only How Nature, In all of Her Exquisite Glory Could Possibly Provide.
0001 ©Leonard.C. Gesinski 04/13/2012
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