he noticed the shadow from the dried flowers on the sill—
and it’s that noticing of something so slight,
so seemingly inconsequential
that brings love closer
The Shadow
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Winter Days
a frosted palette of grays
reflects the sentiment of these winter days
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
Breaking
winter strips everything down, reduces and refines —
the silhouette, the shadow, a breaking dawn, a fading dusk,
the whisper and the howl
Past Futures
when she looked away, it was through a landscape of past futures
Wild
in her heart she was a wild and feral thing
Whisper
it was then that she heard the old tree whisper,
and her reply was softly exhaled into the bitter winter wind
Lately
a bundle of frozen sticks and stones
a gaggle of geese in the snow
a handful of wooden tiles
and a sprinkle of glittering love
January
her hair was made of long ice needles
and her spirit sparkled like an emerald winter forest
winter palette
snow white and soft ochre,
rusty reddish browns, steely greys
and the hard edges of the cold
spanishwoods 