a frosted palette of grays
reflects the sentiment of these winter days
Winter Days
Tag Archives: snow
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
Falling
my thoughts fell silently,
quietly–
in a soft, early morning hush
Branches: 1 of 4
hiding in the snow
Thoughts at the window
I stand at the kitchen window on a winter afternoon when the sun is fading and the pink light reflects on the snow; soft, cottony pink and mauve with a blue tinge at the edges. I want to paint it, memorize it, eat it, inhale it, this tranquil light. As it grows darker, my reflection begins to materialize on the glass. Eventually, I’m left standing at the window facing an inky blue background behind the mirror image of my face, which looks old and tired; time has not been kind. But on this evening, it doesn’t matter–I am fortified by the light and the glow and the soft and graceful exit of the sacred winter sun.
Winter Things
the sound of crunching with every step
thinly woven snow blankets on all the trees
deep breaths in the bitter cold
warm grits with maple syrup
coffee with friends on a sunday morning
hot honey vanilla tea and books
Curious Things
rat tracks or an opossum? (either one brings me wonder)
everything looks beautiful in the afternoon sun
tiny air plants, not in water, not in soil
the gauzy sun behind a thick layer of winter clouds
six does grazing in the early evening snow
two woodpeckers and a blue jay screeching at each other
Looking
in the mornings, i look for hoof prints in the soft and snowy ground and when they are there, my heart skips a beat
Heavy
it was as light as the future,
and as heavy as the past
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