once, her world sagged
under the weight of the storm
today, the storm is finally receding;
rain’s long, wet fingers caress,
hope falling in chilly droplets,
cleansing in goosefleshed trails
there is something peaceful about her,
as if snow has settled inside her soul
-image via Pixabay; created and shared as part of dVerse’s Quadrille Monday
Heart Breathings 
Love that transformation and ending ~ Beautiful writing Angela ~
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Thank you, Grace. 💜
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Snow does give a peaceful feeling although it is cold.
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Very true. I enjoy the cold sometimes. Thank you, Frank.
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Holy cow. Angela, this is stunning.
I LOVE this:
“rain’s long, wet fingers caress,
hope falling in chilly droplets,”
There is so much hope and fresh air and cool breeze in this poem. Truly.
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Thank you, De! We could all use a little hope, fresh air, and cool breeze in a day. 💜
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I feel that snow is both and end and a first beginning.
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Yes, exactly! There’s peace and hope in that.
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Your word imagery in this poem is exceptional. I love it!
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Thank you, Beverly!
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To find peace and hope equals to a life fulfilled and wish we all have that.
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Yes, me too!
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Wow, your Quadrille took my breath away, Angela, especially:
‘hope falling in chilly droplets,
cleansing in goosefleshed trails’
and
‘as if snow has settled inside her soul’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Your are more than welcome, Angela.
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Snow is very settling here, in your soul. It has a wonderful quiet feel, a transition from the storm to peace
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Yes, exactly! Here too, Walter. What a lovely way to describe it.
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Thank you
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I love the last couplet.
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Thank you, Marley. 💜
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Love it ❤️
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Thank you, Rita.💜
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