Cupping vines cradle thrusting trunks
Shut-eye owl asleep in a limb
Sun-lit branches refracting; warmed branches
Cool lazy serpent river slinks behind
Roots reaching for the source
Snowbound, the forest dozes.
In the chill of winter night
Dripped the ice-coat Northern fright
Next morning, frozen-toed and white fingered,
In shutter speed shock, I saw Old Man Winter himself, unlocked.
At first strike, the water spun the mill wheel, grinding flour for the early settlers. The wheel was mounted on adjacent piles of rocks, here today. Fresh out of the oven, the toasty warm bread warmed the chilled farmers’ tummies.
The flour was later sold throughout the region, and bread quickly became a household item.
In the deep, dark night the wind howled and raged. Upon dawn the final clouds were snatched away and the calm revealed snow stripes across the fields. The shadows nestled under the snow ridges in contrast, and the tarrying birds hid under the porch eaves.
Leaf captured in motion in the shallows of the parking lot.
Stinging cold yields to running snow, snowdrops stringing along delicate stem, suspended
Forever discarded into gusting wind and gripping ice, this stump lay poised on a sheet of frozen water.
MAKING A DIFFERENCE, ONE STEP AT A TIME
What I can do is only to write.
Writing is all about finding the courage to write. And courage is all about realizing that some things are more important than fear.
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