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We were crocuses in snow,
beholding nothing. Quiet feet
drowning in puddles. River toes
mocking the stones they skipped.
Ill-equipped for silence, we scattered
clouds and waited for the hard rain;
harbingers of less than
spring, and more than
perennial
pain.
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Cool visual prompt from over at Quickly in November, day 12.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
You are describing our last few days of weather…
rain. Though autumnal. I actually dug up some bulbs and rhizomes this year – in an attempt to save them…for spring.
It is a pain the sun setting so early.
Thanks for stopping by my post on the prompt. 😉
This is simply gorgeous, De.
Oh my. I am so blooming impressed! Love this ❤
Magnificent. I can’t read this one enough times.