Tag: Hartsholme Country Park

At the Edge of the Ice

Sometimes, no words are needed. Advertisements

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

A Snowy Walk

Sometimes, no words are needed.

The White Bridge

cross the white bridge

transitioning from autumnal dreams

into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days

awakening to discover the wisdom

of the winter crone

On Autumnal Waters

Sometimes, no words are needed.  

Monochrome Monday: Lakeside

joyous laughter echoes over the lake’s expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed

Wordless Wednesday: On the Lake

The day's work

Creating a Meaningful Life

anima monday

Exploring our connection to the wider world

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!

neurotaylor

watching the world of brain research

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