The open window, reveals green grass and bird songs. Winter washed away. __________ Dedicated to Douglas Adams
The open window, reveals green grass and bird songs. Winter washed away. __________ Dedicated to Douglas Adams
Branches reaching up, As the snow preserves footprints. Crows break the silence.
Flurries waltz and whirl. Naked limbs grasp eagerly. The heavens turn white.
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.
Silent snow flakes dance. Inducing meditation, we all sit in awe.
Watching and waiting and getting ready again. Winter marches on.
The rising tide 