Monday, March 1, 2021

Rain On Summer Snowflake

 
 
Rain on Summer Snowflake flowers
Gathers through the hours -- yes,
We heard it on our backporch roof
But unless we go outside for proof,
We must pursue an indoor truth:
Divide by season, calendar days,
Moments where we must be --but
There are no fractions of infinity. 
 

7 comments:

  1. Dear Geo., I did get this in my feed but have just not been up to commenting most of the time. I'm sorry. Everything seems like a huge, huge effort these days. Maybe I need to get out of my head more often, though. This is a lovely poem and accompanying photo. I wish we were having rain here instead of snow. And I wish we had flowers like those here. They are like little magical hanging lights. I hope you are well - you and all your family.

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    1. Dear Jenny, Thank YOU for an exceptionally moving and encouraging comment.

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  2. Very appropriate. It seems many have given up or dropped out of blogland. Hang in there.

    Blessings,
    Jim

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    1. I was just thinking the same thing about you. Thanks Jackiesue.

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  4. Such a powerful sentiment you ended this on - no fractions of infinity. You're pure brilliance, my friend.
    Love to you.

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