first snowfall awakening her inner child snow kissed cheeks
Yet snow has many phases and qualities that can be fun and sometimes not so fun. Like wet sticky snow may be heavy for shoveling but such a joy for children.
pounding and rolling sculpting with a mission first snow man
pounding and rolling lining up a whole bunch snowball fight
sculpting with a mission carving a few huge blocks home in her snow fort
first snow man always wishes for the cold keeping him safe
Stepping onto virgin snow is always a special feeling and depending on the temperature the textures change.
mild wintry walk snow falling ever so lightly like fairy dust
Dipping just a few degrees can make winter feel so magical and fun…
snow showers soft and plentiful like down filled bedding spreading limbs luxuriously making perfect snow angels
Ah, but as the thermometer dipped much lower last week, she had to wear her down filled coat, ski mask and pilot hat with the ears down as well as snow pants and her down filled mittens the snow adds a new element for having been on the ground awhile. It forms a crust invisible to the eye but not to the ears…
footprints forming waves weaving with her winter boots light of the full moon sounds echo with each step shadow keeps her company
It’s that time of year again. How it comes around so fast some people think. There is barely enough time to get ready for the holidays. And yet, the empty bellies and aching souls live in a world where time crawls like a cunning snake, preying sufferers will just give up.
(troiku)
man in a red suit rings a bell for offerings holding a glass bowl
man in a red suit
folks don’t notice a beggar
holding out his cup
rings a bell for offerings
filling bellies at Christmas
‘tis the season
holds a big glass bowl
in hopes for silent gifts
not the clink of coins
Looking out the window, she sees all the cars at the Mall. Not an encouraging site to get out unless going for a walk. The sidewalks are not cleared; the road is slushy and cars are impatient with last minute shopping and coming home from work. No, staying warm wrapped in her grandmother’s shawl admiring the lit Christmas tree seems like a wise alternative.
dreaming
what once was
miracles of Christmas
dreaming
remembering her father
cleaning the chimney
what once was
mysteries of the North Pole
Santa ate his snack!
miracle of Christmas
where did all those gifts come from
after midnight mass
Her best feline friend (bff) follows her like a puppy all day long on her last day off work.
Catnaps all day long
cuddling near her mistress
faintly snoring
1. Cold are the people, Winter of life, We tremble in shadows this cold endless night, Frozen in the snow lie roses sleeping, Flowers that will echo the sunrise, Fire of hope is our only warmth, Weary, its flame will be dying soon.
2. Voice in the distance, call in the night, On wind you enfold us you speak of the light, Gentle on the ear you whisper softly, Rumors of a dawn so embracing, Breathless love awaits darkened souls, Soon will we know of the morning.
3. Spirit among us, Shine like the star, Your light that guides shepherds and kings from afar, Shimmer in the sky so empty, lonely, Rising in the warmth of your Son’s love, Star unknowing of night and day, Spirit we wait for your loving Son.