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Life is as fleeting as an icicle appearing solid, permanent, strong. . . then gone. Only memory remains of light reflecting clarity, firmly attached beautiful unique now gone. Only sad drops remain. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Three inches of snow and -5 degrees Centigrade. Winter isn’t over, that’s for sure.
Sometimes early to rise isn’t good for you. We had quite a dump of snow yesterday. I hope this little flower survives.
I have the fire going and all I can do is sit and stare out my window at the beautiful world I’m living in. The sun spotlights fern fronds reaching through the snow, diamonds glistening on their tips and strewn … Continue reading
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
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
Catkins hang like golden icicles from frozen branches of the hazelnut tree. ©Sharron R. McMillan
A gust of wind shakes diamond dust here and then over there. I’m surrounded with beautiful gems no one else owns or even sees. Such beauty, such peace in a world wracked with such fury and pain. ©Sharron R. McMillan
I love the muffled quiet of snow all around me, like nestling under a down duvet. ©Sharron R. McMillan
He’ll be up soon. I’ll see the kitchen light brighten the back wall of the house before smoke billows from the chimney. Soon he’ll be at my studio door to say good morning with hugs and ‘how did you sleep?’ … Continue reading
In February? I had my seeds out ready to garden. What happened?
One lovely little periwinkle flower poking its head out to see if it’s time to get up. Go back to sleep, it’s too early to be getting up.