opening their tiny green fists
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20 comments:
... and they are probably still 'wet' fists. But at least they are not snow-covered fists!
It all comes dripping slow, doesn't it?
Fists with only a visual punch, a soft one at that...
Bises,
Genie
Perfectly described, brattcat. Here we have some teenage leaves flapping this way and that in the breeze or lying indolently when the air calms.
Beginnings of life, first moments... so much promises in those little fists!
In the Amazon I could listen to the sound of leaves growing, I almost couldn't believe it! Beautiful image, Brattcat.
The world is bursting with colour, at least here in the Midwest. Tornados and floods aside, it's a wonderful season and time of the year...even with all our rain.
By the way, have you watched David Attenborough's tv series 'The Private Life of Plants'? If not, do buy the DVD, it's more than worth it.
The murmur of infant leaves is better than the wail of infant screams, especially on an airplane, which I know is something that parents often cannot prevent.
beautiful
the image and words
What a beautiful springtime description!
Don't you love Kate's comment today? "Tornadoes and floods aside," all is well in the Midwest. I have a new definition of positive thinking. (Nice post today.)
I love the picture you painted with your words.
V
...and then before you know it, those little fists get bigger and start hitting their little sister. *sigh*
Such sweet, dazzling, green darlings, aren't they.
So pretty.
This fresh green doesn't last yet it's the prettiest...
First true warm May days are the pleasure for the eyes.
Your poetic gift is bursting at the seams with this one...fantastic!
What a lovely shot, too! Vermont is as beautiful in spring as in the fall, perhaps?
Another great piece, following your tradition of poetry and images.
Beautiful post!
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