calendar runs counter:
july to march like peeling
back a sunburn fresh skin
of cold wind, rain
is set-up for contemplation:
all the open-windowed
vantages versus walking
in cold wind, rain
how clouds rise in steam
from hills gray and yet green
blooms embracing mystery
of sleepy season recalled
turn of the year like dry earth
reclaimed
Graceful Press Poetry 
I’m amazed Jennifer…I love the way you write about elements, wind, rain, sun and earth. And the lines “how clouds rise in steam, from hills gray and yet green”, you see, it makes me realize my own imits as a non native speaker. I’ll never be able to write in such a rich, dense and flowing style. At least, reading your wonderful poems may help me 🙂 Have a nice day.
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Oh, first of all, you create much beauty with your non-native language. 🙂 I can scarcely put together a coherent sentence in any of the languages I’ve tried to learn, much less make poetry in them! Thank you for your comment on this rainy, gray day!
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I think I’ve just made your poetry part of my morning meditation and devotions. You have a true gift. SO GOOD!
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Well, your comment absolutely made my day, if not the whole week. Thank you for the encouragement, I truly appreciate it!
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Really lovely, Jennifer!
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Thank you 🙂
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