A violet surprise
Renews the cold soil,
Crocuses are first to rise
Leading through frosty turmoil.
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Soft sweet chirps break
Winters cool crisp air,
As fresh buds take form among
The stark trees without a care.
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Squirrels gather for high
Noon tea and rejoice,
Without asking, their cups fill from the sky
Receiving, abundance , and yet - no voice?
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Her subtle signs show
All that will come,
If we only didn’t know,
She’s no fool..
We might stop and learn some.
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Spring smiles at me whimsically,
From afar, as to say - “thrive.”
So I bloom intrinsically…
April, she’s impatient, but she’s alive.
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Nicole Oliver
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
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