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Winter silence… haiku
Flakes fall soft in breeze Slow to find a place to rest Winter loves his chill Winter loves his chill Let’s the Sun give His deceit Blue and gloom collide Blue and gloom collide Chasing each...
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WINTER’S COLD ARMS
Winter pulls me into his cold arms Rocks me down to my roots Where the sap of me slows And slows some more in the freeze into a still quiet place moving Sustainability holds to the early harvest...
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Winter Wants The Mitten
More snow. More cold. More snow. More cold. WHAT WE IMAGED Winter wants the Mitten The Lower grabs the Upper Pulls the weight of white starflakes In perfect form down heavy to palm The best to...
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Candlemas/Imbolc
Imbolc. Candlemas. Today marks the time between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. It is time when the Spring begins to stir in the frozen. She hears the season’s cycle whisper in the steady...
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Something is coming your way…
This may be my longest lapse of time in writing here. I have been writing. I was invited to be the writer for my own blog in my local www.CrazyWisdomJournal.com that has just become an online...
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‘AS above, SO below’… Winter’s infinity
Winter has a hold, a grip of freeze and white against the bare of trees and twigs in this season of strength and naked vulnerability. It’s said that there is no snowflake like another. Catching them...
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WINTER’S RELEASE
There is a wait still in the woods Bare of leaf, naked to the wind’s whistle The carpet of white chill feeding slow the earth In the melt for Springs release of green It’s in this wind’s whistle...
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I Am Convinced.
day 27… napowrimo I am convinced we are all like trees and grass Sky and Sun, Moon and stars, rain and snow Growing strong and burying our roots deep Rising to greet the sun in a verdancy of...
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writing for 45 minutes, 4 Feb 2015 A GIANT RAMBLe AbOuT aging.
This is a bleary picture of me at my 67th birthday. Bleary is good. LOL. Ok… here it goes. this is what happens in 45 minutes when I sit to write. little if no editing. 8:37 There is an age you...
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IN THE VULNERABLE SILENCE
In the grey sky, tinged with morning pink Vulnerable are the trees in silhouette Naked against Winter’s austerity Leafless against the bitter cold Roots buried deep in the frozen earth The life...
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