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Evening Snow

09 Nov

New England apples

In wooden bowl on table

Shadow’s eventide.

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Maple Syrup waits

For the Spring.

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22 Comments

Posted by ZQ on November 9, 2014 in Beginnings, Haiku, New England, Poetry

Tags: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, New Hampshire, Notes Found On The Refrigerator

22 responses to “Evening Snow”

Reda

February 15, 2015 at 1:56 am

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The Real Cie

November 10, 2014 at 7:48 pm

Such pleasant thoughts on a cold day like we’re having here. I love the snow, but I hate icy roads.
Thank you for visiting poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com

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Rallentanda

November 10, 2014 at 5:10 pm

This poem is like a lovely still life painting. I will share our Spring and Summer with you:)

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Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

November 10, 2014 at 2:26 pm

Either way, you make my mouth water! 🙂

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claudia

November 10, 2014 at 2:20 pm

hmmmm…. apples and maple syrup… can it get any better…

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Donna@Living From Happiness

November 10, 2014 at 11:47 am

Fabulous images of autumn waiting for spring, and enjoying the bounty…savoring each bite to come!

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susan

November 10, 2014 at 5:15 am

These two images perfectly capture my experience!

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James Jamztoma Toma

November 9, 2014 at 9:34 pm

this is very New England-ish. especially in the Fall and Winter times. nicely expressed!!!

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Irene Golembo

November 9, 2014 at 8:26 pm

I like that apples in wooden bowl, what make them …relatives …and second verse adding the feeling that one knows it all: where, when and what to do to enjoy life to its fullest… 🙂

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totomai

November 9, 2014 at 5:55 pm

two-part poetry effectively separated.

the tabletop seems so quiet… and waiting for chaos come spring

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glmeisner

November 9, 2014 at 2:55 pm

A very tasty poem.

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Torie

November 9, 2014 at 2:47 pm

This sounds so fresh! I love it 🙂

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Sherry Marr

November 9, 2014 at 2:34 pm

Ha! I love the enigmatic tone of these two. I can see the apples in the bowl and….almost….taste the maple syrup!

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Talon

November 9, 2014 at 11:51 am

I love the connections between the seasons, ZQ — both in nature and in your poetry. It always comforts me to know that Spring is in Winter’s shadow.

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Grace

November 9, 2014 at 10:54 am

I can’t wait for spring either ~ Lovely verses ~

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Sumana Roy

November 9, 2014 at 10:48 am

in between apples and maple syrup some shivery days 🙂

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dsnake1

November 9, 2014 at 10:21 am

so few lines and yet able to make one yearns for a more simpler life.
this is good, my friend. 🙂

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Kerry O'Connor

November 9, 2014 at 10:21 am

Excellent capture!

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Gabriella

November 9, 2014 at 9:47 am

I like the serene tone of your words, ZQ! Nature is a great provider, in many ways.

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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

November 9, 2014 at 9:39 am

The images of the simple life of apples and maple syrup makes me wonder what we are really need more…

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Mary

November 9, 2014 at 9:14 am

Nothing like a newly picked apple! A tasty apple is a wonderful symbol of autumn.

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Vandana

November 9, 2014 at 7:20 am

The hope and wait for another season and refreshment!

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