A Song of Winter The time soon comes for planting once more as the soil rests its bones away from the sun our season of recovery and healing will move into springtime and sun but winter will remain within our own bones a memory and a melody we will not forget a song of winter … Continue reading A Song of Winter
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Whiteout #MondayBlogs
Whiteout #MondayBlogs Winter brings blindness over the snow against the sky eyes half shut to close out the light we do not rest for snow bright months instead we pace the floors measuring and remeasuring every corner of our lives we turn away from the whiteout to examine what was unknown blind but seeing too … Continue reading Whiteout #MondayBlogs
Winter Leaves
The winds clear the winter leaves forgotten in the universe standing upon dead silent streets the very last left on earth And should the sky choose to fall in a final act of outrage still we would heed the hint of promise to keep us locked in our circle The wheel keeps spinning until we … Continue reading Winter Leaves
Winter Beaches
Winter Beaches Take me to the end of the world where sea and sky and snow are one body and one mind synchronized in their flow Take me to the edge of humanity where voices fall away and the useless chatter and venom finally lose their sway Take me back to winter beaches breathless in … Continue reading Winter Beaches
My Skin Cries
My skin cries winter longing for the burn of deep cold the pain that fades into sleep against howling winds and numbness my skin cries winter drying beneath these punishing skies the memory of sweat freezing upon my face as the air burns my lungs my skin cries winter a return to seasons and change … Continue reading My Skin Cries
Frigid Surf #MondayBlogs
Memories of winter
Veils
A throwback to what Halloween was
Weeks of Winter
Current weather
Bending Boughs #MondayBlogs
Snowfall on trees
Fantasy
We channel winter ice water in our veins picturing frosted breath the air a snap to the skin We channel winter forgotten snows and the silence as it falls a fantasy to escape unending summer carrying ourselves into the cold - Caroline A. Slee