The blue sky has acquiesced to cold grey arches.
There is little tending to severed leaves detached
by laws of seasons past.
What remains is a collection of treasures stacked
behind a dozing spider, clay pots, a rusty kiln, worn brushes.
Warm breath on sculptor’s bones ease her aching hands
until she is malleable once more.
Bent and shaped into her own likeness
if she is diligent in the Spring she will bloom again.
Translation by Bernd Hutschenreuther
Im Frühling werden wir wieder blühen
Der blaue Himmel hat die
kalten grauen Bögen angenommen.
Wenig nur neigt er, sich
trauernder Düsternis zu ergeben,
Wir fallen von den Bäumen,
getrieben vom Gesetz der Jahreszeiten,
der Vergangenheit entfliehend, getrennt von
der Gegenwart.
Unser Schicksal ist die harte Erde,
Wir sind der Sonne verloren.
Eine düstere Sammlung vergessener Schätze.
Sie greift nach den Tontöpfen
und der dösenden schwarzen Witwe
Auf der Suche nach einer abgenutzten Säge, rostigem
Draht und Zedernholz.
Ihre Hände bluten und welken,
ist sie fleißig, werden wir erneut blühen,
im Frühling.
Übersetzung: Bernd Hutschenreuther
art by Themes.com “Summer leaves”

Thank you Ian ❤
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Love those individual details you weave in that really makes the scene pulse with life – ‘behind a dozing spider, clay pots, a rusty kiln, worn brushes.’ Beautiful depiction of everything slumbering dormant, that quiet hush before the burst into spring. ❤
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You’ve described this so beautifully, thank you so much Tom. I so appreciate you! ❤
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Really draws the reader in and lets them watch the slow seconds tick by, as thawing ice drips and snowdrops unfurl their crowns again. Stunning scene-setting that always paints such a vivid world!
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You paint a vivid world dear friend and fabulous writer! Thank you Tom, your post for the week is spectacular! Have a lovely weekend!
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You too, dear friend! 🤗
Happy writing! ❤
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Happy writing to you as well ! ❤
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That’s beautiful!
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Thank you Colin!
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As ever, you are very welcome !! 🙂
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You are too kind, I really appreciate that!
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Ufff, not at all!! You write with such talent and beautiful emotion!
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That really means a lot to me Colin, so appreciated! 💫
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You must have been in Toronto when you wrote this ode to the eventual coming of spring.
This poem holds much hope for the future. You are a crystal ball, a poem within guiding the way.
Very still, and beautiful, dear Holly. xoxoxo
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sigh, I wish I was in Toronto….thank you dear Resa Dahling! Such a beautiful comment! xoxoxoxo
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Aww…. xoxoxoxoxoxo
Sent a new RR… done to 3 hours of Janis!!!
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You were channeling Janis! RR is fabulous, love that gown. I do hope there is no issue with Lala Swirl…I can’t write that without laughing! love you! xoxoxoxo
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Well you will just have to wait and see. I plan for…. oops don’t want to spill the beans in a comments box, but she Lala LaSwirl will be in the next episode of Art Gowns in Chicago. Actually, I have this idea I wanted to throw by you.
Will write you a bit later. Need to take a pic (in the dark) first! xoxoxo
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I’m so glad to have Lala back in the mix, so exciting. Wishing you sun light! big hugs!
xoxoxoxo
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xoxoxoxoxo
Right! Sun is a wish up here!
So, I sent you a sketch and ideas, but it sent early, accidentally. So I forwarded it to finish it! LOL
How does that ship happen?
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I’m totally confused. I think I go listen to 3 hours of Janis. Oh ship.
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Cool! and check put the new pic I sent you! Not RR, but Shey… for the new episode!
You are not confused. It is difficult to be clear and concise in a comments box! xoxoxo
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I was just there. Love Shey,she’s gorgeous In that gown! xoxoxo
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First pic I sent is RR to 3 hrs of Janis…
2nd email is pic of Shey for a new PBH adventure.
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It’s fabulous. Love your idea. Love the sketches. Very excited about it now. You know I live to face LaLa.
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Ah ha!!!!
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This is so tight and beautifully constructed, HOH.
The opening line is the perfect entry point
(well, obviously! That’s why you deemed it so!).
x
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Thank you so much Nick. You can call me Holly if you like. x
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I do. Thank you Holly! x
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Thank you Nick x
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so beautiful, love the imagery in this.
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Thank you so much!
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Such a beautiful ode to hope, Holly! Huge hug to you!!!! ❤️
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Thank you Marina…sending huge hugs back! ❤
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xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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lots of hugs and kisses! oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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❤️❤️🤗😘🤗❤️❤️
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❤️🌸💖🥰🌼❤️💖❤️
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💖❤💝❤💖
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Its a lovely poem. You are a fabulous writer🧡
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Thank you so much Anita, that is such a lovely thing to say! ❤️
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Thank you so much!
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What a treasured gift dear Holly! ❤️
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Thank you so much Cindy. ❤️
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most welcome! ❤️
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🌸❤️
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❤️🤗
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So beautiful, Holly. Thank you.
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Thank you for the wonderful comment Diana.
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Thank you Chuck!
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Such beautiful imagery you have given us, Rene. Lovely.
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Thank you Dale!
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🙂
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Finding wisdom of life in the small matters. Beautiful poem, Rene.
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Thank you Otto. It is the small things 🌷
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This is beautiful! I loved it! ❤
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Thank you Carol Anne. ❤️
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Holly, nice. You reminded me of those flowers that are not supposed to bloom anymore, that peek out through unraked leaves. Keith
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That’s a lovely Keith. Thank you.
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Thank you , very much appreciated.
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I love this so much. Dozing spiders, rusty kilns, waiting for hands to warm up and spring on the way. It’s so hopeful, on the edge of bursting forth…the waiting and planning. It;s just wonderful.
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That’s such a beautiful description of this, thank you Gi!
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Wonderful poem, with life woven in the lines shows creativity never rest no matter the season.
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That is so true, thank you!
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Your poetry, Holly, recalls to me a Jacques Prevert song :
“Dead leaves are shovelled up
Memories and regrets as well…”
Shoveled like the snow!
Love ❤
Michel
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That is so beautiful , I will have to find the song and listen. Love, ❤
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You will find easily, Holly. This is a famous French song. We can find the words in English
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Dear Michel, one of my favorite songs…I listened again this afternoon! It is really such a lovely song!
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I can relate as we have many bare trees with a bed of leaves under them getting ready to bloom once again.
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I’m sure it’s pretty, the leaves act as mulch, no? We don’t have dead leaves here. 🙂
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Yes we leave the fallen leaves to weather and mulch. Decomposition is a long process in our dry climate. Many people spend many hours blowing leaves around or gathering them and taking them to the dump.
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ENDING MY “ROLL” WITH THE BEST=!
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Que? Thank you Jon.
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SEEMS I AM WRITING MORE DENSELY LATELY—OR CRYPTICLY! 😀
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😊
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Beautiful 💛💛
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Thank you 🧡💛
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I always appreciate the journey and scenes you give the mind the chance to explore,very timely and creative as always,peace
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Peace Mr. M….thank you very much!
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Der blaue Himmel…
Must be a strange feeling to read your words in german, right?
A different music to the same tune.
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Not anymore. Bernd has been translating my poems for many years. 🤗 Dankeschön!
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Bitte schön.
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Wunderbar meine Freunde!
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Fallen leaves on a falling leaves.
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Thank you!
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Very beautiful. I wanted to be a writer, at least as far back as my early teen years.
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Thank you. You hope you will write not your hearts content!
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Thanks or sharing. I receive joy and warmth in my sould each day that I read one of your posts.
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That’s is such a beautiful compliment, thank you so much 🌹
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You are very welcome.
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May I ask what it was that drew you to writing, especially as you do now?
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I think there are those who are inclined to or have the desire to express themselves in many ways, the arts or crafts (there are brilliant carpenters, architects) . I like to write, thank you for your interest.
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Thanks for sharing. I am glad that you have followed your heart’s desire.
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Thank you it’s a hobby. I’m a nurse in real life 😊
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It’s okay. I had a conversation with a chemist with BP, who was working in Charleston, SC, and was from England. He said that it is important for all of us to write something, creatively everyday. That is what I try to do with the articles that I write. In school, I had a wonderful English teacher, of grammar and literature. I also had a ninth grade teacher who knew our Constitution better than anyone that I can imagine. Both of these women helped me to think, and write, and do so with imagination and clarity. I can still diagram sentences (lol). I thank God for putting these women, and other teachers in my path. I am glad to know of your profession. Thanks for sharing.
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Teachers leave such a lasting impression on us, it’s wonderful to have a really inspiring one or two along the way.
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Absolutely. They were much more meaningful to me thanwere any in college.
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Me too! I remember my fourth grade teacher who was a horrible man and then my fifth grade teacher was an inspiration to us all. It all depends on the character and dedication like all professions.
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I understand what you are saying. I will have to say that all of my teachers in elementary, junior high and high schools, were excellent, in their teaching skills, as well as being above reproach in their personalities.
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I appreciate the things that you have shared; I wish you well in all that you do.
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You too! Thank you!
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My special friend, you have been on mind, as relating to your writing abilities. I think that you should write a book. It would be easy for you to put all of your blog post articles into a book form. You should do some research on other writers, that are similar to your style of writing. “Daily Thoughts From Holly” would enrich many people.
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You are so kind and very generous! Thank you for thinking of me and the suggestion!
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You are very welcome. I was thinking about Catherine Marshall this morning, before I thought about you. She was the wife of Peter Marshall, who was a Pastor, and Chaplain of the U.S. Senate. The book, “A Man Name Peter,”was written by Catherine about her husband in 1951. There was also a movie of that name, about Peter Marshall, that was released in 1955. Peter Marshall died o a heart attack in 1949, leaving Catherine to care for their nine-year-old son. In 1951, Catherine wrote thirty, selling more than sixteen million copies. One of her best sellers was, “Christy, which she wrote on the life of her mother’s time in the mountains teaching the impoverished children of Appalachia. Christy was adapted as a CBS television series in 1994. In 1940, Catherine contracted TB, for which at that time no antibiotic treatment was available. She spent nearly three years recovering from the illness. Catherine’s life’s challanges inspired her writing career.
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Very interesting! Thank you for the input.
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You are very welcome.
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Thank you so much 😊
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