Flurries
The lightest flurry of snow…
Read More Flurriesmusing – dreaming – writing
The lightest flurry of snow…
Read More FlurriesThe winter sun has a special light…
Read More Distant Winter StarThe light is unmistakable in January…
Read More JanuaryWaiting in snowy silence…
Read More MemoryThe hazy glow of pink on the horizon, the dim light streaks through the evening-tinted windows. The cold, white snow reflects the gaze of the rising, old, moon. Warmth, from the fire, cannot touch my pallid skin. I will wait. Eternity is not long at all.
Read More Dim LightAuthor’s note: I know, I write a lot about snow! I don’t know what it is about seeing the snowflakes blow in the winter air that just makes me get all poetic. It just seems so natural, something that nature has done forever, and I’m kind of in awe of it. Same re: rain! Snow […]
Read More Snow (V)Out my window the snowflakes dance. From my tower I watch them fleet, float, fly – on the frosty back of the Western Wind. Their mistress is fickle and cold, not caring where they blow. Chaos; wonderful, unchecked, to the ground below. My mistress is too, as frigid; but I am frozen, slowed. Left to […]
Read More Snow (II)Snowflakes swirl, bounce and drift. Falling, full of Grace, Serenity, and Bliss. Endless circles, written in columns of air. Building, one flake at a time, a blanket below. Full of Peace they float, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Their landing, a quiet mantra.
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