Sweet pines endure wet weights
A resurrection by another name, another day.
Snow each weightless crystal equates
Sweet pines endure wet weights,
Staying the course through dire straits.
Behind roiling darkness, warmth frustrate:
Sweet pines endure wet weights.
A resurrection by another name, another day.
Nice word play with wait and weight. Thankfully no snow here, but it seems like we’re all waiting just now for this to end.
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Yes, it does. Up in and near the mountains, an Easter snow storm is almost a tradition, here. But so many people are traveling here. Not staying at home…
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Oh, that’s just wrong! I mean the traveling, not the snow, though maybe the snow, too. š
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We’re pretty accustomed to the snow. My partner’s essential job means he deals with the travelers š¢
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Oh, that’s rough. Wish you both all the best! (My son in law is a nurse at his very first job.)
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Oh dear, I wish your son health and safety!! And you, of course!
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Thank you very much!
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The line “Staying the course through dire straits.” is a fine fulcrum for this binocular look at life/now, with its scariness AND promising-Renewal upside. Thanks for this–it’s well worth reading!
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Thank you!
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Nice ending!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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