Chilled Earth

With the creaking of dead wood,the forest speaks harsh toneswhile wild winds BLOW;making whistling, whistling,whistling screechy whispers;shifting shadows in the trees.Then it slowly stalks its prey… Crunch, crunch, crunchgoes each solitary steady step,into drifts of freshly fallenflakes all unique, yet moundand towered high stately pileswhich obscure, ruin my viewdrifts of snow in frozen earth.Its growlContinue reading “Chilled Earth”

Give Me Daffodils

As scented roses make center stage,daffodils cry out from deep underfrosty layers of white wintry snow!It is the middle of February andeach hour sings of love unfolds. Chick-a-Dees crowd filled danglingfeeders and are welcoming with song;my south window smudged withgrandkid’s sweet sticky finger printsbecome a splendid blessing to the day. Bleak is the land lingeringContinue reading “Give Me Daffodils”