
Cushioned by night hush,
hear the ploff of snow falling
in time with your heart.
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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That’s a sound I certainly love listening to at night, Sarah.
A lovely verse.
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Ah, Hugh, you can hear it, too! Nobody else in my family can hear such things. They think I’m imagining the sound.
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No, I’m with you. In fact, I recently included the sound in one of my short stories. It’s one of the most magical sounds in the world.
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So very pretty! Both pictures and verse!
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Thank you, Dale 🙂 It was a most enchanting sight to wake up to, and our first snow of the year.
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I can well imagine, knowing your enthusiasm for the white stuff..
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Love this one Sarah! Ploff is a great word! I finished reading Dessication and loved it, left a review on Good Reads and Amazon 🙂
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Ploff is a word invented by one of my oddest fictional characters called Ferdinand. You’ve not met him yet, as he’s in my speculative fiction novel Counting Magpies, not yet published.
And thank you so much, Andrea, for that wonderful review of Desiccation, plus the 5 stars. I went to bed a very happy person last night 🙂
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You’re welcome Sarah 🙂
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You made snow warm and gentle.
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That’s lovely 🙂
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Lovely, gentle images. 🙂
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Thank you, Sylvia:-) Indeed, the snow was tumbling from the sky in huge gentle lazy flakes (and no apologies for all those adjectives!).
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Oh dearest Sarah, you had snow! I wish we had, but only frost. White at least. The boys said they had some in Brighton, so makes sense. Love the word ‘ploff’. It’s superb and I know just what you mean 🙂 xxxx
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Our snow was melted by midday. I expect the same thing happened in Brighton. It’s impossible to say the word ‘ploff’ out loud, without tickling one’s face into a smile 🙂
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🙂
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I hear it! Beautiful Sarah!
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Thank you, dear Cybele!
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