Flowers in the Snow

Flowers in the Snow

A Poem by Patricia Wedel
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Crocus rest in earthly sleep... where Angels weep...

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As the New Year becomes a breath of fresh Air... 

we wait for the Miracle of Snow falling on broken Hearts 

where turbulence and uncertainty have settled upon a 

Land that was once fertile with love and understanding... 

The Snow Birds appear to eat the Berries and seeds 

scattered about... grateful for generosity and fortune... 

Goldfinches perched on Milkweed stalks and 

Meadow Larks sing of a glorious Spring... 

Peace and Benevolence will be our Creed... 

 

© 2023 Patricia Wedel


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You love your snow birds and the melody they sing.. they sure do cheer up winter and make the frigid a rather pleasant season….and whatever is there is to eat, they are grateful for…..and we can tell spring isn’t far away because the Meadow Larks begin to sing…..lovely
Best, B

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dearest Betty … the Mourning Doves and Cardinals have gathered on the Wide feeder on our old Deck .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Lovely, and you’re welcome Pat
Best
B.



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This was delightful to read! Recently I played with my family in the snow for the first time (we live in a desert) so you've explained that magic beautifully.

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear Sleepless... snow can be so Peaceful. and Children are delighted to experience a Winter Wonderl.. read more
You love your snow birds and the melody they sing.. they sure do cheer up winter and make the frigid a rather pleasant season….and whatever is there is to eat, they are grateful for…..and we can tell spring isn’t far away because the Meadow Larks begin to sing…..lovely
Best, B

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dearest Betty … the Mourning Doves and Cardinals have gathered on the Wide feeder on our old Deck .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Lovely, and you’re welcome Pat
Best
B.
your poem reminds me of all those poor souls in Ukraine that are freezing right now and I think of all the children that are suffering and dreaming of a time with no conflict and the warmth of spring

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dearest Robert… it is a difficult time for Ukraine and we wonder… where is the Mercy. We try to.. read more
It feels that this Gem is driven by changing Weather and a changing Life. Maybe an attempt to learn to embrace one and accept the other.
Close?

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear RoniO... yes, it seems almost like "in a twinkling of an Eye" our World has changed. Embracing.. read more
If only we learnt to sing of the spring like the Meadow Larks and be grateful for the generosity of Nature like the Snow Birds...There would be so much less turbulence and uncertainity upon this once blessed land. I hope the tender snow fills the cracked and injured hearts and peace, love and understanding return with the Spring. I wish you a New Year full of all these blessings. Thank you for such beautiful poetry.

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear DIVYA… there are times when the Snow falls softly for hours… the Meadows are serene and pea.. read more
AYVID N

1 Year Ago

I join my prayers with yours for the good people suffering this winter. I know this year has been tr.. read more
It's been awhile but never disappointed,you have a way to make someone read and end it with a point.
Thank you for sharing

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dearest Mauricio… as we struggle through the Winter we take time to count our blessings and pray t.. read more
Mauricio Montoya

1 Year Ago

Ur right we never see the beauty until we suffer what we can't control unless we find away out of it.. read more
January is a wicked month. It is disliked by both me and my siblings. It is a month of loss. A reminder of how much we were loved by parents and grandparents. The bulbs are sleeping and soon new life will be creeping through showing it’s green. I am looking forward to a show of crocus and snowdrops. The birds will always sing regardless. Happy new year Pat.

Chris

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear Chris… My Mother passed two days after Christmas in 1979; her Birthday was January 11… so I.. read more
You have a generous heart ❤ and a gentle spirit. I love all the sceneries you describe and the Birdies that appear from nowhere like angels with wings.
You must live in a magical place.

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Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Thank you Sami… we have not used our Fire place, since we moved here Five years ago. There are to.. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Looking forward indeed. In the meantime, I'm enjoying my stone fireplace with lots of wood piles to.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

You are Fortunate to have a Fireplace. Perhaps someday, we will have the Tall old Pine trees Cut do.. read more
dear Folks... an adopted Puppy appears in my Poem .. representing the Orphans
that appear at "Our Door" ... the Gateway to a better World. the author, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Patricia Wedel
Patricia Wedel

Keystone, WV



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