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A Change of Seasons Through panes of glass I watch the blowing wind little prisms of ice crystals dancing freely in the cold air. I sit curled up mesmerized by crackling sound of logs burning in the fireplace. I thread a needle with hues of color like a rainbow as I paint pictures onto cloth while I yearn for a change in seasons. With green I think of sprouting buds filling branches on trees waiting for a burst of sunshine to help finish their rebirth into another year. Daffodils and Forsythia blooming in shades of yellow like the sun itself on a bright spring day. Blue as a Robin's egg lying in a nest built so intricately of grass and twigs hidden in boughs of a pine tree. With red I see Tulips swaying in a gentle breeze with droplets of water lingering after a passing shower. I thread my needle with yet another color while I yearn for a change in seasons. |
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