Trees shiver
tremble ‘neath the touch
of translucent ice
as thoughts flow in a
constant flag-waving stream of
slow, slow, quick, quick, slow
shape-shifting karmic energy.

The darkness of winter
is upon us
might be a curse to some
and a rhapsody of dreams
to others who welcome its
quiescent deliberation.

A passive bond of trust is sown
and with this, a certain promise
that out of the dark
life cycles, in circles and spirals
renewing strength and energy
through the winter sleep
as a silent sentinel’s eyes of love
watch and wait with us
for the coming of spring.


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I took that picture through the window at the house where we used to live after we’d had some freezing rain, with the street lighting the branches sparkled like jewels. It looked so beautiful.

Thank you very much for this award.  I would like to nominate Renee: Turtle in Flight For the next one.

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