dearest Betty... A huge Snow can bring traveling to a halt,,, and without Salt... it may be awhile to get things moving. Even so, I noticed that the Sunset was a bright Orange for a short time. And then... darkness fell....
leaving Steeples covered with Snow. At least.. it nourishes the Earth. Amen... Pat
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thanks so much Pat, you always see the glass half full, love it!
Truly,
B.
Everything grinds to a halt. Even thought becomes sluggish. But perhaps in hibernation new things wait, the bear cubs of our dreams just emerging from the womb. And in the Spring we can lead them out for the world to see.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you for your kind review.... Will be traveling for a few days, get back to you soon.
Like the classy Jacob I too loved the last to lines. I think all of us that have interacted with Jacob would have loved him to be our tutor.
Hi Betty, hope you have got your thermal undies on, nowt worse than a cold arse :))
Enjoyed the read.
Hope you are keeping well
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thanks Gee, appreciate it, my ARSE is going south tomorrow.. be back in a few days!!!
we talk about this in my class...white...a color or lack of color.
Here it is like an empty page as words fall like snowflakes...
only to create more emptiness...
love the last two lines...
and the dark blue scream...that deep blue of the sky as the clouds recede after a snowstorm ceases.
j.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Wish I were in your class!!! Thanks so much for a flattering review J.
Best, B
In winter weather everything seems
suspended in time dullness sets in
devoid of colorful hues we so need.
to see to feel energy and life..
snow is beautiful but so much
of it and it's a whiteout to the senses
Wonderfully illustrative piece of winter in this work. I remember as a child one of my first experiences with winter snow trying to climb up a hill and finding myself sinking waist deep into the whiteness. My little legs kicking beneath it as if I were trying to swim out of my predicament.
My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..