Clover Hitch
the clover is in full reach again path’s curve swoons beneath and when rain gallops a million pale dots across the park I see little white flowers fragmented by the storm spring gathers what summer deploys
At dVerse this week, Bjorn asks us to create our own aphorisms. I came up with “Spring gathers what summer deploys”.
It’s a lovely idea, and quite true. No flower, no seed, no spring growth.
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Thank you, Jane!
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This is beautifully expressed.
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Thanks Misky!
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The name of your site was just what my poem today needed!!!!!
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Ha ha. Fishing. Bad for the fish and the worms!
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Poor worm.. impaled and then drowned.
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A beautiful assessment of the necessary recurring patterns in nature.
~Ornery Owl~
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Many thanks!
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I like the wisdom of your thought… can be seen how we grow with time as humans.
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Thanks, Bjorn.
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Beautiful and wise, Jo.
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thank you!
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Love that galloping rain!
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