A snowball on the ground, I have found, perfectly round,
created maybe by small hands, it stands and thus commands,
me to scoop it up and toss it across the cosmos.
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A metaphor for 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again', your sensitively drawn poem carries me to the other side of the globe with its wintry images of childhood and its warm heart. Beautiful penning from a fine poet. love, Allie xxxx
Dear Ernestine The first part of this poem is so sad, and the rest is so true, each flake perfect in design and yet just as us, no two the same Wonderful writing again from you Take care Love duncan X
'Perhaps this Time' I will find the time to enjoy Wintertime. Nice. Very nice, Ernestine.
Another wintery scene depicted so well by you Ernestine, you are one talented lady. Love, Andrew xx