Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as they float up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter’s full-blowing opera.
Some approach
briefly wave
bowing
bouncing isolated moments,
white lace water,
incarnate grace of space.
Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around
and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
continuing adventive play,
compassioning breath and blood beat.
Hi Jerry;
Thank you for a very uplifting start to my morning…your descriptive words remind me that just because I had to cancel all my appts. and am hunkered inside, that Chip and I can’t enjoy this beautiful winter wonderland. Maybe we’ll go out and take a walk in it…
Janet
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