Pressed Like a Flower

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I wish one
could press snowflakes
in a book
like flowers.
~James Schuyler from “February 13, 1975”

 

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More snow predicted before winter is done with us.
Despite my fervor for spring, lit by the appearance of a snow drop here and a crocus there, I still want to acknowledge this winter for the adventure it has been:

like a momento snowflake preserved between two pages, it fades quickly from memory but the damp spot remains behind.  It is not lost — simply a mere wrinkle in time.

 

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3 thoughts on “Pressed Like a Flower

  1. “Time, time, time, see what’s become of me,” sang the snow-covered gnome on Emily’s backyard swing, while the snowdrops bowed deeply and the daffodils trumpeted another planetary orbit complete.

    Spring is here regardless, she’s turned Old Winter down. No ice, no snow, no empty bowls till he comes back around.

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  2. Pictures are haunting in their depiction of promises kept, hope being fulfilled. ‘Tis ever so with us humans, too, if we
    can but believe….

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