Olga  share 101 days ago by admin March 29, 2009 Olga. The weather was always the same. Inside Outside Because our vision couldn’t change. And yes, good things can be what we’ve momentarily celebrated as unalterable. The way we saw things together Apart Frozen Cracked Walking as the winter birch tree path lead us astray, and the tel ... michaelangell.com - michaelangell.com ·  1 reference |
| Land of dragons share 111 days ago by cascadepoet ***The seasons are what captured me in this poem, winter in particular. --- How crept in the warmth of lucid thought on this snow-veiled meadow where summer’s rent is past due and life’s impetus is bent on suckling spring, I cannot guess? But imagine for a moment life cast out into winter’s clutch, ... Cascade Poet - cascadepoet.blogspot.com |
| Winter When share 149 days ago by dratgosy Winter, when the ground speaks in grumbles and grunts when my feet decide on their own where they want to go Winter, when i don’t know if the sun will ever come back when the wind removes my face and i laugh Winter, when the nights are still and dark when the days are brilliantly bright, blinding yo ... The Flea Roost - fortomorrowedie.wordpress.com |
| The Turning share 164 days ago by Margaret L. Been Soundless snow folds a harried earth forlorn into the arms of Love, and in a winter most profound our Hope is born. by Margaret Longenecker Been Reprinted from A TIME UNDER HEAVEN by Margaret Longenecker Been, Elk River Books All Rights Reserved. Grace with Salt -- ... - gracewithsalt.wordpress.com · 4 references |
| Winter Bog share 164 days ago by Margaret L. Been Soundless moments, hours crystalized in time . . . forgotten time, dreamless drifts of time dismantled, spread on galaxy of trackless snow. Prints of yesterday buried like the river in a glass tomb, lost in unremembered time. Tomorrow’s leaden boots have ceased their tromping, sunk their steely trea ... Northern ... - northernreflections.wordpress.com · 2 references |
| I love winter, but this is funny. share 164 days ago by Mommy WINTER Poem It's winter in Minnesota And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below . Oh, how I love Minnesota When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of winter And your nose gets frozen shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderful So I guess I'll hang around I could ne ... Mommy's Nest - mommysnest.blogspot.com · 6 references |
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