"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself
a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
- Hamlet Act II scene ii
Nature does speak to us and your poem helps me to listen. The pictures are beautiful as well.
Thank you for reflecting Bonnie.
You could say it's dying, but you could also say it's preparing to be born again!
That is also true Steve. Thanks for reading.
And, here, spring has well sprung...With today being 1st November, we only have one month left of spring.
Please look after the springtime and send it back to us next March.
Beautiful, both words and pictures.
Thank you Meike. I try.
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