Just for Fun 10: We're Back!

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So, hu-mon, we meet again, only this time I number in the hundreds and you are alone.

Steel yourself for a season of sorrow, poa sheb, for I am the ravager of emerald green.

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Winter is adored,
       With its wonderland of white.
But sometimes we get bored,
       With days of mostly night.

But now the green is back,
       The flowers all awake.
Good-bye gray,
       So long black,
            It's time to plant and rake.

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Fallen (Ever Green)

 

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Leaves, ice, and a whisper of Spring in the bleakest of Winter, all colored by the imagination.

Hope not only renews, but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

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Not So Grey Matter

 

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A fun little experiment based on a picture of an alien looking mushroom that appeared in a patch of grass overnight (in early Spring).

There was something seemingly sci-fi about that fungus.

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Seclusion into Emergence

And the time of darkness had passed, and the skies of foreboding grey gave way to unbroken sea-blue, and the fear that covered the land like a down blanket was lifted.

The long months of seclusion were no more.

A cool, refreshing breeze swept across the land – the broom of God.

Doors and windows and hearts opened wide.

The locked-away and battened-down emerged with eyes opened wide, hearts opened wide, and hope opened wide.

A single step transformed them; transformed them all.

Yesterday was banished and the promise of the moment was given rule over them.

As gazes fell upon the flowers in early bloom, they could dare to dream again.

The Winter demons and darkness were no more.

The Angels of Spring had arrived on clouds of silver lining.

Voices rejoiced.

And laughter from the young to the old, from the most simple to the most wise, echoed far and wide.

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