Too Much

Rare bloom

Too much cold. Hard. Numb.

Pain sweeps, invades; no one hears

The rare blossom cry.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Too Much

  1. Et toi, cherie, tu pleures aussi?

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  2. mixedupmeme says:

    We miss you. Hope you will be shoveled out soon. Hugs!
    xxx

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  3. pjb1943 says:

    But the flowers, like us, are resiliant and will come back.

    Emm,
    You have been nominated for an “Illuminating Blogger Award”. Please visit my site to copy and follow the instructions. You deserve this for your beautiful work.
    Paul

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  4. And the cry of the rare blossom is a poignant one

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  5. mixedupmeme says:

    It really is a bit too much. The picture does take away from the poem a bit much.

    I love it!!! 🙂

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    • emmylgant says:

      We had an unexpected snow. Here it snows every 20 years or so. As beautiful as the snow is, it just kills the flowers that have hung on for so long. .. They freeze quietly.

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  6. ladysighs says:

    OH! The picture is just beautiful.

    And of course the poem is nice too. lol

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