February morn
While scraping frost this dark and frigid dawn, I heard a bird singing spring. in notes of warmth and sun.
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February moan
we arrive on the wind and scatter like snow we melt into rain when it's time to go
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Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Within me a Buddha woke with a notion: we are simply glasses of water submerged in the ocean.
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RE: RE: Mist
The ancient mountain"s tears well up the valley's trace mist rises like a veil before their tear-stained face
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RE: RE: Mist
a mist lifted then disappeared, rising to meet the sun at mornings wake, where ancient battles fought for years, a pathway worn the soldier's tears.
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RE: February morn
Almost warm lovely sunshine a tease spring soon mine
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RE: H2O
We shape-shift like water into mist, Same substance, different form, Resisting the change, denying the strange Like the calm before the storm
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It's me you breathe
tonight you woke startled from a dream you reached for me and are reaching still
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RE: Mist
The mist on the open field in early morning Whispered of battles fought long ago, Of lovers embracing beneath quiet boughs And secrets yet to come.
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RE: RE: Mist
lighthearted amongst these shadows. Past to present the mist has lurked and coiling itself, it settles.
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RE: RE: February morn
the february warming teases out spring green bees and bulbs and croaking frogs the earliest I've seen
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H2O
Long before dust we become vapor; it's me you breathe at winter's door
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Mist
As I stepped outside in the morning, A cloud of mist came in greeting, I was at the onslaught shivering, Inside, my coat I left was waiting.
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RE: Mist
Others thought it was crazy to walk in the mist without a coat made from a dead skin in this winter time of year.
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RE: RE: Mist
Morning flaw Seasons' law Welling eyes is Nature's thaw
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Mist
thoughts turned to mist drifting down on dampened ground our lives drive blindly on through haze without a sound
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RE: Mist
rime frost makes ghosts of the trees white tips on the mountains outlining them against the sky
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Delirium
Sleepy grey and ash-clung lashes. Bare black bark chills, Sweats out a broken fever. The ill in the air easier to breathe.
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RE: Mist
But I say it is crazier, to walk with a coat on, with a face morose like fall when a smile is needed more.
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morning mist
The daylight creeps more slowly the morning drags her heels And trails her shawl across the hills and naps on hay-mown fields
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RE: RE: Mist
All these days swathed in grays. subdued, we brood in winter's mood.
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Mist
skeletons of trees awaiting spring's rebirth with gentle swirls of mist covering the earth
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February tease
In the middle of winter, with ice all about, Did I see the sun just peeking out?
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RE: morning mist
the daylight met me at the door, with coffee in hand, I welcomed her, opened to the newness evermore.
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Springtime in the Mist
smile brightly as the cold winds blow the lighter my coat the faster i go
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