Bedroom window #45 Betty G. 2 comments 01/31/2013 1/31/2013 Snow gently falling, covering the earth anew, like a fresh blank page.
Bedroom window #44 Betty G. no comments 01/30/2013 1/30/2013 The rain and fog lifts. Bare limbs and broken branches. The shock of color.
Bedroom window #43 Betty G. 2 comments 01/29/2013 1/29/2013 As wind and rain dance, The sky is grey and silent. As rain stops birds sing.
Bedroom window #42 Betty G. 7 comments 01/28/2013 1/28/1013 The open window, reveals green grass and bird songs. Winter washed away. __________ Dedicated to Douglas Adams
Bedroom window #41 Betty G. 2 comments 01/27/2013 1/27/2013 Branches reaching up, As the snow preserves footprints. Crows break the silence.
Bedroom window #40 Betty G. 1 comment 01/26/2013 1/26/2013 Flurries waltz and whirl. Naked limbs grasp eagerly. The heavens turn white.
Bedroom window #39 Betty G. no comments 01/25/2013 1/25/2013 How brave of you Crow! To sing on such a cold day. What a Super Star!
Bedroom window #38 Betty G. 1 comment 01/24/2013 1/24/2013 A nice cup of tea, a good book of poetry, and a warm soft chair.
Bedroom window #37 Betty G. no comments 01/23/2013 1/23/2013 Bitter cold silence, and the sounds I never hear. I just never heard.
Bedroom window #36 Betty G. 1 comment 01/22/2013 1/22/2013 Snow is illusion. Holding you frozen in time. as if all will stop.