
I am not on the same page with mom nature. My wish for a blue bird day sparked guffaws, and my references thought as tomfoolery. I feel frozen and vulnerable to a chilled wind as mom nature dresses and undresses my limbs at her convenience, not mine. It’ll take a blizzard of thoughts and a forest without trees for her to see her lack of fashion sense.
“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”
― Chad Sugg
-Eugi
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whimsical, indeed
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Powerful poem, Eugenia. So profound. Love it.💕
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Thank you, Grace.💖
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My pleasure 💕
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Nice and fun.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Absolutely GREAT poem Eugi!!! I am sure the Dwarf Maple tree “Lil Red” feelss that way!!! I think we are all thru with Winter & Swinter……enough is enough!
Much ❤ ❤ Sherri-Ellen (BellaSita Mum) an purrss BellaDharma
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Thank you, sweet Bella Girls. The trees in our area are filling out, except for a couple. I agree enough is enough! Bye-bye – Winter.Swinter! 😻
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Wonderful, l remember writing once from the tree’s point of view also – nicely done Eugenia 🙂
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Thank you so much, Rory!
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