With no apology,
Winter clings to the city,
In a blanket of white.
Undaunted, Spring
Steps up its ordained march,
To adorn the earth,
With a glorious coat of many colors.
No apology – A poem
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Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
With no apology,
Winter clings to the city,
In a blanket of white.
Undaunted, Spring
Steps up its ordained march,
To adorn the earth,
With a glorious coat of many colors.
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Hi, Suzette. Thanks for sharing another beautiful poem.
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Thank you Goff for your support and comments. Very much appreciated. Happy Thursday.
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My pleasure. Happy Day.
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great photo
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Glad you like it. Thank you. Have a great day❄🌼🌷♥🙏😊
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I love the imagery here! Ready for Spring baby!!
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Thank you for your wonderful words of appreciation. And, yes, I appreciate winter… but I am ready for Spring too 🌷
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lol me too! Winter was so short out nonexistent over here. Pretty sad but I am also looking forward to spring ❤️
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Beautiful post and photo suzette ❤️
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Many thanks for your lovely kind words of support. Blessings and peace.💖
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Your welcome darling ❤️❤️ you to blessings and peace
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A great writing as always Suzette! I love your words, composition and the imagery that comes together. Cheers! ❤️
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Thank you for your lovely and gracious words of support. Greatly appreciated. Have a great day. Cheers🙏
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Absolutely! You are amazing!
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Beautiful photo. The form in which you wrote this piece is perfect – in keeping with its message. Spring is indeed marching, albeit slowly 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely comments. Yes Spring is marching verrry slowly. But it will come in time. Cheers.
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You make me miss Brooklyn with this picture. I was young and the world was my oyster, there was no place I wanted to be than Brooklyn. The days before I became a responsible adult. Nostalgia.
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Nostalgia is good, I think. Respecting precious moments along the journey of life. 😊
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You are so right.
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