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My Studio In The Snow
White, white, my world is white, pure, clean and bright once again. Old and dirty are buried, gone. Only white drifts remain. A month or two of beauty, in a fresh and crisp white world. Then whiteness melts and underneath … Continue reading
Snowing
Lazy, big flakes checking to see if they want to stick and cover our world or just tantalize with a light blanket to see how it looks. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Riches Unknown
Diamonds on the walkway, pearls upon the tree, jewels glisten all around, I am as rich as I could be. No one owns these diamonds, though real, they’re magic too, they come and brighten winter days then very slowly melt … Continue reading
Our Own Little Worlds
We create them, our own little worldswhere we think we are the same,we have a label,we have a name. We are the wise ones,who know what is bestfor all those othersnot part of our quest. Like a snow globe villageconstrained … Continue reading
Cedar In The Snow
This is the woods, evolving as are we. Spaces where trees have fallen, some dead, but still standing food and perches for those who need them. Snow has replenished the dryness of roots. Flattened ferns dream of spreading their fronds … Continue reading
Is This My Life Or Just Drifting Snow
So soft and white and yet so cold So quiet, light and yet so bold You influence the great and small Yet think of others not at all. If routine stops because of you No apology is due. You can … Continue reading
The Weather Man Says Snow Is Coming Again
And we’re holding our breath, hoping those travelling will get to their destination before the snow returns. For me, I’m happy to sit by the wood stove and watch the light change out the window. Snowor no snow, I’m staying … Continue reading
Frozen
Brrrr! Winter cold seeps into my soul, feelings frozen like icicles on the eaves. Inspiration lies dormant somewhere beneath white nothingness. A monochrome world melts into slushiness and I yearn for green. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Crunching Through the Snow
I love the crunch of the snow in the woods, reminds me of Alberta winters of long ago.
Cover Me
Cold, white snow cover me, in a blanket of purity with flakes of truth that are unique, cover me so that I may rest untroubled beneath your softness dormant, safe, undisturbed. I know spring will come and I will burst … Continue reading
A Light Dusting Of Snow
A light dusting of snow that the wind blew away making its wish for a snow free day. ©Sharron R. McMillan
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