Snow sounds

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"Branches of naked trees test their ******s".  Must be a question of format ....

Goodness gracious what's wrong with that word???  m u s c l e s ...!!

What a wonderful winter delight.

Thank you kindly dear Margherita.

It is just beginning toi snow here, and I can feel the beauty of it through your words.

Have a wonderful new year.

Love, Inda

How wonderful! With your beautiful words, dear dpm (Dancing Pearly Margherita), I don't even mind the snow!

love n light beams, Teo

Dear Margherita,

Thank you kindly for these beautiful words.

They add so much light to our snow filled winter days.

I am so delighted by your most loving comments, thank you so much from my heart.

Oh and it snows on the whole thread, how  beautiful. And what to say of the pictures? They are spectacular.  And the  m u s c l e s  are in place! May it all work. Wow it does! I have always liked those words, dear Teo!

Dear Inda thank you! I am happy that it's snowing and that you enjoy it. A very happy New Year to you too!

Dear Teo, perfect! Enjoy the snow. Thank you for your kind words.

Dear Yoko, thank you too from my heart for your kind words and the most beautiful picture too.

Dear Artministrator, you have done a magical job, thank you, I love it!!

Many warm hugs and much love.

Margherita

Dear Margherita,

Thank you kindly for sharing your beautiful poem with us. It is so timely since we got quite a bit of snow last night This poem gives winter a magical touch.

Love,

Vicky

Thank you Margherita for your absolutely beautiful words.

I agree with everyone, your poem makes the winter really beautiful.

Love,

Gisele

Such a beautiful poem.

Thank you Margherita for sharing the beautiful words.

Makes winter seem like a wonderland.

Love,

Sue

Dear Vicky, Gisele and Sue, thank you from my heart for your wonderful replies and pictures.

For tomorrow  the meteo says there will be a lower temperature around zero, it will snow in some suthern regions here in Italy even!

We'll see what happens. For Rome it would be a big problem for the traffic, because they simply are not equipped to cope with snow.

Have a beautiful Sunday evening all.

Love and hugs.

Margherita

Dear Margherita,

I am back from Hawaii and here we have above normal temperatures.

That kitty looks cold. The world's weather is so unpredicable now.

Love,

Inda

Maybe kitty needs a scarf?

Thank you dear Margherita, wherever you are, in a beautiful place. We will always enjoy your beautiful words.

Thank you Vicky for bringing back Margherita's beautiful words.

Thank you for bringing back this beautiful poem. We will always remember dear Margherita.

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.

Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.

Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.

You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!

Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

Thank you for sharing this beauty, dear departed Margherita.

Thanks Vicky for bringing back this lovely poem.

Thank you Vicky and dear departed Margherita.

Thank you Vicky for finding this beautiful poem and for bringing it back for us to enjoy.

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.

Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.

Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.

You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!

Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

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Remembering Margherita who wrote this poem.

Still enjoying this beautiful poem.

Thank you Inda for bringing back this beauty.

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.

Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.

Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.

You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!

Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

Thank you Inda for bringing back this beauty.

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.

Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.

Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.

You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!

Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

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Remembering Margherita and her beautiful words.

We have quite a lot of snow here now.

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.

Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.

Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.

You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!

Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

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Still love these beautiful words.

Incredibly beautiful words.