“In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
I Know They Will Winter stirs suggestively, knowing that it sets the bones so well, that one feels before it is felt, knowing that it desires to be penetrated by shafts of intangible sunlight, latterly I reach out, and they dance away behind the laden, grey clouds, with no promise of returning, but I know they will. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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You must be feeling your age, physically or psychologically.
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Ha, perhaps that’s entirely true too, though originally I was focussed on the long slog of a rainy winter ending. 🙂
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I share your pain from slogging through winter and Covid a few months ago.
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Yes, but you all have a severe winter, if you came here in winter I’m sure you’d think it was spring or autumn, just darker.
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Seasons are caused by the revolution of earth around the sun and the fact that earth is tilted on its axis. The seasons repeat year after year as the revolutionary behavior of the earth continues as well as the fact that earth is permanently tilted on its axis; the earth goes through the same behavior each year.
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One of the interesting and delightful things I find in your photos are the unique names of areas
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I love that about others, I guess we become ambassadors for our places.
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What a positive outlook! Winter will surely be followed by spring. ❤ Beautiful poem, Paul! Take care!
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Thank you Cheryl, yes indeed, positive.
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A classic and (for me) a fantastic imagination: ” ……… penetrated by shafts of intangible sunlight”!
Beautiful!
Photo: most beautiful!
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Yes, that hard to grasp ray, thank you so much.
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Your poem feels like winter in a place where it doesn’t snow.
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Indeed Liz, and I hope it stays that way 🙂
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🙂 I prefer winters where it snows, as long as I don’t have to drive in it.
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🙂 ah, you are welcome to your snow, and I shall keep my rain 🙂
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We tend to wait for what we don’t have at the moment like We miss the sun when we are freezing in cold and vice versa..
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Yes, always the absence drives.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Your poem is perfect for this moment, Paul! The cold and the damp settle in my bones too, but this afternoon the sun is shining and I have one of those slanting sunbeams on my back. 🙂
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Isn’t a wonderful thing when the sun comes out on a winter’s day? Thank you for sharing that slice of life Chris.
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I agreet to all the other comments. A empowering poem! xx Michael
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Many thanks Michael.
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:-))
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A nice reminder at the moment that the sun will return – great poem
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It will, even now.
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you
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