a frosted palette of grays
reflects the sentiment of these winter days
Winter Days
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Words By Thoreau
The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837-1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Observations at the Museum: 2
Observations at the museum: 1
What holds my attention
fox tails in the night
the crows at dawn
shadows on the snow
a soft crunch under worn boots
deep deer tracks
and
a bracing wind
Drifting Words
words drifted—
brittle and dry
Hope
the winter sun seeps through brittle leaves
and hope rises
Falling
my thoughts fell silently,
quietly–
in a soft, early morning hush
Breaking
winter strips everything down, reduces and refines —
the silhouette, the shadow, a breaking dawn, a fading dusk,
the whisper and the howl
Lately in Images
