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The Gift of Darkness
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. ~ Virginia Woolf Well, it...
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Geographical Escape 2.9: A Change in Seasons
Photo credit: wallpoper.com He was riding an avalanche. The rush was back. He had missed this feeling of spinning into the unknown. His spine was tingling. His hands twitching. Grabbing at her...
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Geographical Escape 3.0: Stranded
photo credit: www.lawnow.org It all started innocently enough. He was approached with an offer from his boss after the holidays. “Got a buddy up in the Billingsworth region who could use your...
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Magdalena
Source: We Heart It She ambled out into the hush of the city’s streets,the Arctic air at once taking her breath away and filling her lungs with renewed life. The spectacular chill washed away the late...
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Lion and Lamb
Credit: www.thestar.com Opening the window Turning up the volume on the wind and rain drops beating sounds: a metal drum an unexpected rhythm dancing on the chairs elderly and youthful pines...
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Why I Run
Credit: davegetzschman.photoshelter.com I run for no specific reason I run because I like to feel the morning air on my face The dark nip of winter The welcoming breeze of spring The heat of summer...
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A Moment of Serenity
Credit: fineartamerica.com Sitting here in an early June quiet. The days have finally grown into a full warmth. This late spring surge of sun has distracted me from my writing. We cut grass, plant...
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Dark to Dark
Credit: www.deviantart.com Days abbreviated The light is scarce Mother Earth tilts her axis Daughter Sun is shunned Black is the new black Colors scarce We move in grayness Rain and Snow our only...
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Days Like This
The house is quiet. The kind of hush that comes from the end of the holiday season and the bitter cold of winter’s kiss. The tree came down today and along with it all the decorations which filled...
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A Writer’s Hibernation
Credit: silverthreading.com The sun just rose for the day. So much of winter here is void of color and light. It is easy to simply hunker down after a day’s work. Make dinner, slip into jammies, grab...
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Storm Warning
Credit: imgkid.com The last flight out left at 7:30 pm. The driving ban takes effect at midnight, leaving only essential personnel permission to use the roads. It’s quiet now; the forecasted wind...
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Blizzard Bound
Funny thing about snow bound days. They go by quickly. I always plan on “catching up” but somehow all I’ve managed thus far is a bit of dusting, cleaning the tub and putting my laundry away! Oh, and...
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Writing Up a Storm!
(part of my backyard-a blanket of deep white) The blizzard has passed although the day is far from ordinary. School cancellations forced me to stay home. Others are digging out, taking another day to...
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The Road to Completion
The moon was lightly veiled in a frosty mist, hanging low in the western sky. I turn right on the road that serves as a low ridge for a sunrise view. The day was just barely breathing, trying to add...
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Winter Tempest Trilogy
Morning sounds nonexistent The world neatly colored in colorlessness Banks of white hip deep We dig out meters and walkways Icicles hang from the eaves Thick spears dangerously hovering overhead...
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March Madness
Credit: time.com “I’m so angry about this snow,” griped my friend J, as we watched yet another round of white precipitation whirling around outside. We were having a luscious lunch at Maggie’s Farm...
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Sleeping Equinox
Rough edges of spring barely beginning sightings of old brown ground . . long lamenting winter’s discontent April: the fool’s own jester Perhaps we deceive ourselves into thinking winter will begin to...
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A Hike in the Whites
Summit of Mt. Willard: Crawford Notch The backpack sits on my shoulders and hips A welcome relief A warm hug from an old friend I smile A new climb commenced Early April-a...
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Red Hill Resurrection
Red Hill Summit: Lake Winnipesaukee in the distance Morning broke with sunrise Alleluias at The Rock Acoustic accompaniments to the voices of altos, sopranos and those out of tune Weary pilgrims...
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What If I Missed It?
Credit: www.dailybulldog.com I thought I’d take a walk between the raindrops A daily morning amble bordering on an obsessive need for fresh air No walls of snow nor cold spring precipitation can...
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