Winter presses a firm frigid
grip upon the landscape. Spirits
long for warmer days.
Swollen waxing moon brings light
to nights where white
snow stretches across miles
of fields and forests
silent grandeur astounds
chills to the core and bone.
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2 comments:
I don't know how you live where it's so cold. It's beautiful, but very intimidating to me...how powerful the ice and cold are. But your summers are much more pleasant than the South's infernos. I guess everything balances out. Your pictures are great.....they reflect your thoughts perfectly.
Ivana sent me your blog so I could enjoy your photos! They are so beautiful. How thoughtful of you to start this blog and share your creativity with all. Thanks. Susan, the sister in law of Ivana~
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