“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” Anton Chekhov
What Is The Colour Of Winter's Passing? By what measure do we determine any kind of experience, how do we perceive when, imperfect and incomplete, beauty arises in our midst, drawing our sense of wonder as we gather the threads of waiting, causing us to ask, depending on the day, what is the colour of winter's passing? 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.
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Stunning photo and beautiful, reflective verse. Great post, Paul!
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Wow, thank you Cheryl, so glad it had that affect.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very, Very True!
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Many thanks
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From what I am given to understand, it is a little different for each viewer
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Yes, i so agree, It must be. Many thanks Ana 🙂
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The transience and imperfection of nature is beautiful… Thanks for the wonderful verses.
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My pleasure indeed, thank you so much.
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A beautiful poem, and a good question, Paul!
also – you might have a tiny typo in the very first line: did you mean “do” or “to”?
❤
David
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To or do that is the question or whether it is nobler to …. Thank you David, it slipped past my editing, well spotted. And many thanks for your response to teh poem.
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Awesome. Completely awesome 🙂
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Thank you so much for bringing this wonderful response.
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You’re welcome . Great post !!!
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Love the title and your contemplative musings.
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Thank you very much Punam.
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Always, Paul…a pleasure.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I love, love, love this poem! It’s another that speaks directly for me and asks the question I needed to ask but never thought to.
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Wow, thank you so much for sharing this Liz.
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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Nice poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful poem and nature at its wonderful best. Too good.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Welcome.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael
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:-))
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As CheKhov said. We evaluate our environment according to our feelings? xx Michael
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Yes, and he knew a thing or two, thank you for sharing that.
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😉
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excellent poem! I loved it!
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Thank you so much Carol Anne
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