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
Winter Things
Tag Archives: snow
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
Sprinkling
a sprinkling of snow in the woods,
and of sugar in hot coffee
and of friendship on this late November day
As One
“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”
from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
Shadows
she recognizes the shadows
A wish for the new year
a new year
with new paths–
filled with bracing snow,
soft blankets and days of laughter, good friends and good coffee
Question 1
what if snowflakes are drifting spirits?
You
through the thick snow, i recognized you
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