before the snow fell
a cold moon cast rainbow rings
on a ruined town
before the snow fell
a cold moon cast rainbow rings
on a ruined town
a heavy snowfall
no footprints outside our house
not a breath of wind
slept late this morning
a flask of tea left for me
little act of love
through the letterbox
a brown paper package drops
my heart quickens
(for @thiwurd in appreciation)
frost-rimmed window panes
frame the sun’s oblique ascent
a fluffed-up bird waits
dressing in the cold
cloudy breath and stamping feet
colours blue and gold
the morning sky smudged
from grey through yellow through pink
a single leaf falls
in my top drawer
beneath my socks – chocolate
winter sustenance
timeless afternoon
meeting friends of thirty years
sharing memories
passing by our gate
morning walkers and their dogs
a bowl licked quite dry
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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