[yorkie]

Billie, I loved your words,
"Spring peeking through the snow and ice"
I was reminded of this old favorite poem:

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Robert Frost
To the Thawing Wind
1915

COME with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ices go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

[tiapam]

GREAT picture with poem,Yorkie

[MEG33]

Love this!

[Billie]

Thank you, yorkie, and I also love the Robert Frost poem with that black and white photo of the old window and the objects placed on that window seat.