when leaves look like
suspended wings,
tired and brittle–
my thoughts grow melancholy
and i let the wind
chill me to the bone
before turning away
Suspension in Winter
when leaves look like
suspended wings,
tired and brittle–
my thoughts grow melancholy
and i let the wind
chill me to the bone
before turning away
spanishwoods 
a brittle walk through life
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Yes.
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Beautiful, words and photo.
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Thank you Suzi.
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you Cynthia. I’ll pass it on to Wolf who took this delicate shot.
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I love what you wrote too. They go together perfectly.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful. The bones of winter can do that.
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Yes, you’re right. It’s a feeling of vulnerability that is almost hard to look upon.
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So well said.
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But life as well. Each of those wings continued a seed, full of potential life for the future. -Curt
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Very true Curt. A more uplifting note for sure…
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Wolf has a great eye!
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Thanks Eliza!
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Sylvia, this moved me like nothing else I’ve read in the past few days (and I read a lot!). You and Wolf make a splendid team.
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Jeff, that’s such a great compliment. Thank you.
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They almost look like cicadas.
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you’re right, they do
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Beautifully captured and expressed…the hardship and sadness of Winter…I loved this, both photo and words. 😊
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Thank you so much.
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