DREAMING OF SPRING

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ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

 

The black and white of winter’s cold, seems lost in longer days,

The palette is monotonous, surrounded with a haze,

Gone are the days of shades of green, of life’s pure breath of life,

No luscious hues of red and gold. to take away our strife.

 

The glorious pigmentation, the blooms that fill each day,

Are buried in a quilt of snow, they all have passed away,

I long to see them grow again, and push to fullest heights,

To smell the fragrance they exude, to fill the summer nights.

 

Though summer seems so far away, I still can fill my dreams,

Hues so intense and exquisite, invade in brilliant streams,

They fill my head with pleasure sweet and conquer winter blues,

For spring will have to wait a while as winter pays its dues.

 

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About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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4 Responses to DREAMING OF SPRING

  1. K.L. Hale says:

    Beautiful 💚

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  2. This poem chases away winter’s grayness for a few moments. I will be waiting for spring’s eventual return when the colors and songbirds begin to Gerald its arrival.

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    • My spell check fooled me again! Where did Gerald come from? Well, at least it rhymes with “herald.”

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Thank you. I’m glad it brought some cheer to your day. Winter is filled with gray days. It seems like January lasts for two months. For us, winter can go on until May. Cabin fever usually sets In about now.

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