Winter Hides Within Her Wings

Winter hides within her wings

serenity

the beauty of a heart

quietly

searching,

listening,

for the voice of God.

     

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The Whisper of Winter

This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,

I can barely see the mountains now

with snow clouds covering.

A light snow begins falling,

with the Earth waiting,

anticipating

the beauty of silence,

the whisper of winter.

And I smile as I walk,

having gone to the bookstore

just yesterday.

      

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Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!

Winter Shadows

In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent

in diffused light

the roughness of cold air,

with vague memories

of life lived in green

we pray for the life of the sun,

to be lifted again.

     

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Winter Unrelenting

A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,

and reflections of snow maidens floating

freezing the air,

the river goes solid, surrendering.

And we behold the glory

of winter

unrelenting.

      

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Mystical Snowstorm

As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Winter Peace

Peace within the gentleness of snow,

fills us as intended

covering our scars,

guiding us

with a new light sparkling

from sunlight.

     

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Winter Break

Well it is that time of year, when we rest, regroup and rewrite our own particular story.

Are you where you want to be? Is your journey reflecting who you are? I often take this time to reassess.

I will be reading, exercising, and cooking some new foods…

and spending time with family. I will be posting sometimes, and visiting your sites in a few days.

Peace and wonderful blessings!

      

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In the Winter Dawn

In the winter dawn, God speaks as the snow begins to fall,

and my spirit moves beyond words,

realizing I needed this moment,

this rest

as sunlight

restores the sparkle.

     

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The Beauty of Winter

The beauty of winter lives not only in the gentleness

of a morning snowfall

but in our hearts, carrying peace

considering joy,

and the spirit

of giving.

 

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December Ghosts

Please stand still when you see a ghost filtering

through the forest,

shadows between trees,

even floating,

let them pass, heading

to the city…..as the ghost

of Christmas past,

and hopefully

not of the future.

        

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Note: I decided to have some fun with this today.