How brave of you Crow! To sing on such a cold day. What a Super Star!
How brave of you Crow! To sing on such a cold day. What a Super Star!
A nice cup of tea, a good book of poetry, and a warm soft chair.
Bitter cold silence, and the sounds I never hear. I just never heard.
Snow is illusion. Holding you frozen in time. as if all will stop.
We all look for signs. Signs of spring and warm weather. Scorning Calendars.
Watching and waiting and getting ready again. Winter marches on.
Another day one. One more day to start over. One more step forward.
Tooting my own horn
or in this case drawing my own horn. Toot!
Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
Winter has its sting. We all must lay fallow now, and rest for the spring.
The rising tide 