Frost blooms as a withered rose rustles.
How long must paths cover seasons
beneath intuition, whose rain only
murmurs moistly about bucolic breezes?
This sanctuary is our gentle bird,
coloring the tendril which will
trunk thick in summer’s shine.
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I’m also linking this to dVerse‘ Open Link Night. Grace is today’s host.
Tao-Talk 
Beautifully woven!
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Thank you. The Oracle is kind.
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Lovely! You’re welcome as always!
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your heart speaks with such grace and beauty – I am mesemrised Lisa.
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Gina, your words warm my heart, thank you <3
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you are welcome!
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you, The Oracle is kind.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Well stated. The Oracle is there to remind us.
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The Oracle gave you a good message–a reminder.
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Yes, she did!
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This sanctuary is our gentle bird…that’s perfect. (K)
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:)
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This is the season to find beauty in frost… and you did
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Thank you
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I would say the oracle brought forth a message for all. I do hope summer will be thick with greenery.
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:) yes!
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Jade, I love the lines:
‘This sanctuary is our gentle bird,
coloring the tendril which will
trunk thick in summer’s shine.’
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:) Thanks Kim, The Oracle did it up right.
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I was wonderfully taken by the alliteration in the first stanza. Well done!
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Phillip thanks!
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Beautifully done Lisa, I love how ‘This sanctuary is our gentle bird’ xxx
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Thank you much :)
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You knocked me out with /whose rain only murmurs moistly about bucolic breezes/. This tiny ode to frost puts me in mind of fantasy.
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At this time of year, I wish it was a fantasy ;) Thank you for your comment, Glenn. Do you watch netflix? I’ve been watching a show called Virgin River and it has some gorgeous scenery of northern CA in it.
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This is a “read aloud” one. Very nice.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful writing. The second stanza is gorgeous. The first one is also beautiful, but the “This sanctuary is our gentle bird” line is something else.
Excellent work here.
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Such a nice comment, thank you very much.
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I too love; “whose rain only murmurs moistly about bucolic breezes,” soo beautifully worded!! 💝
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Sanaa, The Oracle was kind.
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Test
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Test works!!!!!!! YAY!!!! I still say that Word Press has a ghost in the machine. Nice to “see” you, Rob :)
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Yes, my comments are now being accepted again!
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:)
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This is truly lovely and well written.
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Thank you, Toni.
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I look forward to that summer shine! Enjoy your weekend.
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I like how those paths are covered “beneath intuition”.
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Thank you, Frank
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I really like the paradox that “frost blooms.”
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Thanks, it is an interesting paradox :)
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Bird and sanctuary are words that the Oracle likes. The message might change slightly but beneath she generally lets us have it about the importance of nature,, its beauty and the respect of its rights.
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