With all the snow and then rain, the water is collecting on the road where the plows created huge drifts. It might be time to take down the rest of the Christmas decorations. Some who live in town put Easter eggs on their trees outside. I’m remembering Irish relatives this week as well.
each raindrop
on the branch
rests in no wind
tree of tiny gems
Tulips courtesy of Karen’s Whimsy.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
“Tree of tiny gems”–I LOVE that, Ellen. God bless you.
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Dear Caddo, Thank you and blessings.
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I think the tiny gem-like raindrops would be prettier than Easter eggs on a tree.
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Dear Gallivanta, Thank you and blessings.
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It is a blessing to notice each raindrop … the smallest things can be the most vital and beautiful! Just as this poem is.
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Dear Diane, Thank you, and so true about “the smallest things.”
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