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Magic wands~





Golden grasses sway,
seemingly subservient 
to wild winter winds,
but they are magic wands
waving spring closer.

RD~ 

Comments

Michelle said…
Tell them to wave faster!!! I need spring and summer to come quickly :) I am tired of being cold.
Pauline said…
Look at the light on those grasses - spring is coming as much on that light as it is on the wind. Hooray!
Wanda said…
Your canvas the world, your paint brush your camera.

I love what you did Ruth with your picture and your words. They are wonderful!

We have been enjoying sunshine for several days.

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