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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Writing with the Winter Wind


I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,

with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.

I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.

I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!


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