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Musings From The Heart by Lynn Long A Promise of Spring A promise of Spring Whispered to the trees Heard by the moon One winter's eve Felt in the wind Told to the sun The promise of spring Indeed has begun... Lynn Long-  https://zolanymph1.blogspot.com/ Poet, writer, aspiring novelist, daydreamer and believer in the impossible Contributing artist @hitRECord.org and Scriggler.com Published in the following Ezines, Publications and Online Journals: Antarctica Journal Duane's PoeTree In Between Hangovers Stanzaic Stylings Poetry Poetics Pleasure Whispers

from  Euclid Creek Book Four           Some Trees For the milestone celebration the Cleveland Sesquicentennial Commission established a Committee on Moses Cleaveland Trees The Committee sough nominations for trees that, based on current size and known growth rate (different for each species)                                          were present  when Cleaveland came to the mouth of the Cuyahoga The Committee, chaired by Arthur B. Williams of the Cleveland Museum of Natural History, chose 150 trees from the 242 nominations, and after confirming, through measurement of the trunk at a height of 4 feet, they were indeed of the required age, marked them with a 5" x 10" aluminum plaque that read: "This is a Moses Cleaveland Tree It was standing here as part of the original forest when Moses Cleaveland landed at the Mouth of the Cuyahoga River, July 22, 1796 Let us preserve it as a living memorial to the first settlers of the Western Reserve" When the Early Settlers' A

Nature's Tear Within every tear that Nature cries Therein her graceful beauty lies Upon my hand sweet drops do fall A gentle rain to hear her call. Each drop falls to cleanse the pain placed there To wash away by her heart's soft care Every whisper of breath; warm to give Belief in her dream; so I shall live. BIo: Sandra Henry is a poet from Canada. She is a graduate of Trent University where she majored in English Literature. Sandra finds inspiration for much of her writing from the people and events in her every day life and from the power of Nature's beauty and fury.

Growling   In the loneliness of cracked memories, lost days, understatements of the unspoken silence, he waited for what would allow him to drag away thoughts.   Beneficial drops bounced from the blanket of the canal. More and more!   Even the growling of the cats hiding is getting quieter. The downpour chased everyone out.   -  It's March. There will be spring again. I am sure we will live to see the summer.     Translated by Artur Komoter     Pomruk   W samotnoś ci sp ękanych wspomnień, utraconych dni, niedopowiedzeń milczącej ciszy, czekał na to, co pozwoli odciągnąć myś li.   Zbawienne krople odbijały się od pokrywy kanału. Coraz więcej i więcej!   Nawet pomruk chowających się kot ó w coraz cichszy. Ulewa przegoniła wszystkich.   -  Przecież to marzec. Znowu będzie wiosna. Jestem pewien, że doczekamy lata.

Unconditional Thread by  Vatsala Radhakeesoon Info and Ordering on Amazon Profound Inspirational Read March 24, 2019 Format: Paperback Vatsala's poetry pays tribute to her love of nature and the divine, in an inspirational style praising the universe with a focus on our existence as one spiritual being. Each poem has an inspirational message to be contemplated and meditated. This volume of poetry has you thinking and looking at the world with a grateful heart and soothing soul. Experiencing the words in this book will have you seeing the universe in a positive new light. A must read!!! Sample Poetry From Unconditional Thread Born from the Divine’s golden thread Molded with perfection, purity and grace I’m the invisible heart – the unconditional thread ruling the universe I’m soft I’m generous I’m not from the Mundane the materialistic world the uncanny competitive rules I’m omnipresent but recognized, seen only by the unadulterated I, Unconditional Thread surv

For Aunt Ruby The doctor says Death waits Outside your hospital door Waiting to take away The aunt I will always adore. My mind reruns the memories Of your laughter and your smiles Oh to have seen them more often But there were just too many miles. Death has come now Sneaking in while it's dark You may be gone now But you surely left your mark. You were blessed to have 99 years As your family was blessed to have you Await me in the cotton fields I will join you when my life is through.