Posted on Monday, February 17, 2014 10:10 PM
Crows flying---over the snow---cawing over the snow--- through the blue skies--- not sighing---no!
Crows---sitting on a telephone wire Contemplating flying higher
The sun peeps thru' winter-brown trees Entertaining the evening breeze.
Sparrows flicker--- up and down over the snow-smothered ground--- no sound
Squirrel and crow fighting for a grain of corn Bam, Bam goes the squirrel crow flies up---gone!
Snow-covered---white like the beams of the moon fills our souls empties our glooms
White---so white |
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Betsy: Posted on Wednesday, December 18, 2013 11:43 AM
 I hate snow. It makes my tires spin, makes me slip when I go walking, causes the lights and heat in my house to go out when it weighs too heavily on the wires that line my street. I especially hate snow when the sky is drab and the surrounding flurries keep me indoors waiting for what the weather will bring.
But when its just snowed and the world is transformed with an overcoat of white and silver, the uncertainty and slipperiness goes away. I feel excitement watching the busy squirrels and birds at the feeder, seeing handsome trees bowing down with grace and surrender, noticing the brown-ness of late autumn covered by a comforter of new beginnings. |
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