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Children Of The Lakes Region

09 Mar

 

On the threshold of the White Mountains

In the foothills of New Hampton

The sun begins to warm the valley.

 

The cold winter morning

Is melted and sprayed

Past the glistening freeze.

 

The age of a season has passed.

 

I can feel spring and see it

Lightly, loftily, taking

Note of the passing.

 

The morning greets me

With its regional substance

Of multiple shadows dancing in a single bowl.

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25 responses to “Children Of The Lakes Region

  1. claudia

    March 9, 2014 at 8:54 am

    nice…love the shadows dancing in a single bowl… spring started with might here yesterday…and it makes me just high…smiles

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:28 pm

      Sweet! Thanks for stopping by

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  2. Brian Miller

    March 9, 2014 at 9:13 am

    isnt it good to feel that page turn to spring…it is good to note it…i have a feeling winter may slip back into bed with us another time before its gone but…its great to see the flowers poking their heads out and smell spring on the breeze…

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:30 pm

      …and your ole man’s sweet breathe.
      He must have been a good man to put up with the likes of you 🙂

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  3. Paul F. Lenzi

    March 9, 2014 at 10:54 am

    I still love my New Hampshire winters

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:33 pm

      Yes! All of them, the seasons here, seem to always be my eternal clock too; each with the “same old” but with a different outlook 🙂

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  4. Sumana Roy

    March 9, 2014 at 11:20 am

    nice that season is changing her face…

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:34 pm

      Yes, and what a beautiful face under that winters veil. Nice to see you 🙂

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  5. dsnake1

    March 9, 2014 at 12:20 pm

    lucky you, spring has arrived.
    over here, i don’t know what season it is. it has not rained for the past 2 months, everywhere i look is wilted and brown and dusty. 😦

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:27 pm

      Oh man! What do you drink? Isn’t there a volcano with some activity going on around there too?
      Oh, and by the way nice to see you 😉

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  6. Susan

    March 9, 2014 at 12:41 pm

    THE BOWL OF THE VALLEY SPRINGS TO LIFE IN YOUR HANDS.

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 12:50 pm

      It does… and now the children have their own bowls, finding out, shadows can jump from bowl to bowl 🙂

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  7. Mary

    March 9, 2014 at 1:38 pm

    Very evocative writing today! I really like ‘multiple shadows dancing in a single bowl.’

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 5:55 pm

      Thank you Mary. One or two lumps for your tea?

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky

    March 9, 2014 at 4:10 pm

    I, too, was most struck by the shadows dancing in a single bowl………fantastic closing line! Love the feeling of winter lifting, too…….I have been nearly hysterical with relief at having a pinch more daylight at the end of each day – which tonight will be even longer, with the time change…yippee! Hope you had a good week, ZQ! Mine passed in the usual haze……..I feel like a tired horse, flogged beyond the point of protest!

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    • ZQ

      March 9, 2014 at 5:58 pm

      Nice Pics BTW 🙂 douth i hear a whimper?
      Glad you’re still kicking and ticking anyway hehe

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  9. Rallentanda

    March 10, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    Bleary eyed..staring into a bowl of cereal at breakfast…dancing cornflakes perhaps:)

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    • ZQ

      March 11, 2014 at 2:25 am

      …when I think about it …corn flakes…fruit loops 🙂

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    • Dario

      December 23, 2014 at 2:57 am

      There’s a secret about your post. ICBTTYIHTKY

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  10. marit

    March 11, 2014 at 1:15 pm

    “shadows dancing in a single bowl” — love this

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    • ZQ

      March 11, 2014 at 8:21 pm

      Thank You

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  11. Mary

    March 16, 2014 at 1:47 pm

    Seems I commented on this poem last time, but it is always nice to see you nonetheless. Smiles.

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    • ZQ

      March 16, 2014 at 10:33 pm

      haha funny lady …you had and both were enjoyed. You flew by my new one. My little one. Discreet one 🙂
      Have a lovely week Mary.

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  12. scotthastiepoet

    March 16, 2014 at 7:43 pm

    Beautifully measured and with a deftness of pace that speaks to the presence of season and time. For me, your best piece I’ve read so far… With Best Wishes Scott

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    • ZQ

      March 16, 2014 at 10:45 pm

      Why thank you. The bar is set 🙂

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