Flurries waltz and whirl. Naked limbs grasp eagerly. The heavens turn white.
Flurries waltz and whirl. Naked limbs grasp eagerly. The heavens turn white.
Bitter cold silence, and the sounds I never hear. I just never heard.
We all look for signs. Signs of spring and warm weather. Scorning Calendars.
The sun and wind play with squirrels and empty swings. What a lovely day.
Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
We are all hiding. I am behind my glass wall, you’re all in your dreys.
After the long rain Snow and Ice are washed away just grey skies remain.
Crows Circle above quietly checking for signs as winter lingers
The ivy still clings As long shadows fill with light then darken again
Crows glide on light breeze as sound returns to the world I listen again
The rising tide 