Sunshine glistens above the baby-leafed trees as a gentle wind blankets the land and sea.
Purple violets and dandelions too sprinkle the lawn like morning dew.
Radiant rainbow arches high after a thunderous storm has left the sky.
Ivy leaves and new vines begin to sprout starting their journey up a white trellised house.
Nesting robins and joyous meadowlarks tweet happy melodies that warm the heart.
Gentle doe leads her spotted fawn across the wildflower covered meadow land.
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Join Us for #TankaTuesday 短歌 火曜日
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Join Us for #TankaTuesday 短歌 火曜日
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 
Over a year ago, I was given an assignment to write a poem about Spring using the letters in the word Spring to start each line of the poem. I wrote this poem and then took this challenge to my workplace where others wrote spring poems too. We published them all in the company newsletter. One of the workers there had recently lost her mother. She was so surprised to see the different Spring poems and shared how that really cheered her up. With this winter being extra cold, windy, and snowy, I find myself strongly yearning for those first signs of spring.
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