Under the Watch of the Stars They Grew

under the watch of the stars they grew

presented by the light of the sun

 

gracing branches like fairy wings

ice crystals 

one of my loves

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Spirit of Winter

 it was a dark and cloudy day

wind stirred the lake to dance

snow piled high upon the banks

reflected upon calmer waters

the sky

a place to still one's heart

one's breath

to stroll amongst the details 

and wrap winter's spirit around one's self

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So Much Snow!

the sun came out to light our world

hurray hurray

home sweet home in nearly two feet of snow

this week 

this week

(nearly wore me out plowing and shoveling
the good kind of being worn out that is followed by a hot bath and good sleep)

rivers are frozen 

held in shadows and light

snow capped posts falling to the side

something about looking down a river

that inspires the imagination to jump to life

a yearning to wander

and once in a while

sunset thrills us

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Woke to Blue skies and Sunshine

sunrise

full of sunshine

light beckoned a morning ski

my tracks

and whose tracks?

I think fox

beneath the dunes

lies grass

Merry Christmas to you

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Winter Crystals

when the clouds go away

and the stars shine above

temperatures drop deep

our sylvan realm begins to glow

ice crystals abound

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A Frosty World

amongst the frosty crystals 

they perch

and 

then take flight

blue is such a wonderful color for our sky

once upon a time

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I hope your December is going well.

If you would like to get to know a bit more about me

There is an interview on my other blog:

Beauty Flows

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The Soft Blues of Deep Cold

cold days

cold nights

mists rise

 glimpses

touch imagination

as they cloak some bits

and not others

frost shimmers

grows thick as cold days carry on

i delight

in the blues and whites

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Galaxies of Ice Crystals

this past week 

deep cold temperatures have filled our days and nights

the perfect environment for

crystals to manifest

unique from all i have seen in the past

a bit like the beauty of moths wings

 

layer after layer of beauty came to be

each unique

fragile delights

below the ponds surface

bubbles frozen in time

meadows tall grasses lay down

under the weight of galaxies of crystal beings

their presence inspires joy 

 awe

 

below the ice, a strawberry leaf 

and fuzzy snowflakes on the surface

 

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if you look at my last post

there is a photo of the ponds surface

now look at how many crystals have formed:

daily

they grow and change

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