At the Edge of the Ice

Sometimes, no words are needed.


Squirrel in the Snow

amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw


see reality mirrored in reflections on the water  a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.


aglow with simple elegance she glides serenely onwards * untouched by worldly concerns * divorced from fear and anger *  enriched by nature's beneficence she scatters diamonds of purest sunlight in her wake

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