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walking my way into winter
cotton-ball snowflakes falling gently on a night with no wind.
tree branches like lace against a lavender sky.
a fresh expanse of snow unmarred by footprints.
glittering.
the fresh smell of winter’s morning.
birds calling.
cardinals dotting a hedgerow like oversized berries.
a fire that roars while the wind howls outside.
kittens curled up and basking in the glow.
time to read and hibernate, a little.
forced to slow down.
a little.
dreams of spring and green and gardens.
wrapped in quilts that feel like love.
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my footsteps crunch their way through this season.
leading me from endings to beginnings.
i catch a snowflake on my tongue.
hold it there.
savoring the flavor.
another solstice.
rising.
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this poem first appeared over at Stephanie Guimond’s place:
Creative Living Experiment
Comments
I just discovered you from Photos by LeAnne. I love your images and poetry, which enhance one another. May you have a joyous holiday season!
Posted by: Lissa Forbes | December 21st, 2011 13:35
I just found your weblog via Journalling Thru Photos blogroll and I love it. Such exquisite photographs and lovely words.
Posted by: sarah | December 21st, 2011 16:06
you had me at “on a night with no wind”; i could hear angels singing. and i won’t even mention the cardinals dotting a hedgerow like over-sized berries. what love for this world your eyes and heart carry.
Posted by: Debi | December 21st, 2011 21:34