how about
fluffy white snowflakes
Falling gently on my face
kissing my pink cheeks
how about
fluffy white snowflakes
Falling gently on my face
kissing my pink cheeks
Last edited by motherhubbard; 02-08-2008 at 11:51 AM.
Love it!
Warbling songbird
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Sings gaily to his loverOriginally Posted by kiz_paws
Warbling songbird
Warbling songbird
sings gaily to his lover
she, one of many
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
The barley grows wild
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
The barley grows wild
spilling like gold across fields
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The barley grows wild
spilling like gold across fields
Spring's gemstones now gone
beautiful you two!
Sometimes I just sigh
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Sometimes I just sigh
while inside the rivers flow
Sometimes I just sigh
while inside the rivers flow
calm but not quiet...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
The prickly cold air
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
The prickly cold air
caused hoarfrost to paint pictures
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
The prickly cold air
caused hoarfrost to paint pictures
in Nature's scrapbook.
O schaurig ists übers Moor zu gehn,
wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche.
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1843) (see avatar) Der Knabe im Moor/The Lad in the Moor
angel in the snow
what i used to be will pass away and then you`ll see that all i want to know is happiness for you and me...
angel in the snow
ice cold neck in fluffy drifts
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
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