First day of maternity leave
spring is awakening
sun lights the golden trees
birds in high branches sing
Spring is awakening
horses graze furrowed fields
birds in high branches sing
as the new year unfolds
Horses graze furrowed fields
obelisks measure time
as a new life unfolds
beneath this heart of mine
Obelisks measure time
first day of maternity leave
beneath this heart of mine
sun lights the golden trees
Experiments in Fiction 
A lovely pantoum. Enjoy this time, Ingrid. 💙
We had a few spring-like days, but I think spring itself is far off here.
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Thank you, Merril: looking forwards 🌷 😊
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You’re welcome, Ingrid.
As you should be looking!
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I’m guessing that this isn’t set now… surely up North is still a winndswpt snowland? :)
Great poem!
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Ahaa, but it is! 32 weeks 🤰😊 – the snow has melted and the sun came out today. Hope it’s not too cold where you are!
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Wow- congratulations!!!
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Thank you ☺️
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Oh, happy day! 🥰 Love your poem and your beautiful photos. 💙
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Thank you, Michele – good to have some time to relax 🥰
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Oh this is so beautiful, Ingrid and maternity leave becomes you! Enjoy the moments and try to savor this time while you are in the midst of a beautiful unveiling of the heart behind yours ready to greet you!
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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I will, Cindy, thank you 🥰
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