Walk a Treacherous Path

Sometimes, no words are needed.

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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

Friday Fictioneers: Occupational Hazards

This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week's picture prompt was provided by Douglas M. MacIlroy. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words. Occupational Hazards “Situation report, SR1.” “Data collected, Sir,” Lena responded. “Returning to base.” “Affirmative. Beware storm from northeast.” Lena quickly calculated her best course. It wasn’t... Continue Reading →

From Winter

   From Winter Retreat, huddle down, as darkness creeps ever further over the barren landscape. Icicle fingers bind tight; hearts and minds joyless, fearful in Winter’s captivity. A flickering glimmer of light amidst shadow. Watch night retreat. A shaft of pale daylight dances across the pristine crystals clothing nature’s naked beauty. A jubilant laugh; a... Continue Reading →

Winter Sleep

    Winter Sleep Winter’s chill creeps and the urge to sleep engulfs nature’s domain, with earthen blankets overlaid with the softest of white coverlets concealing dormant heads, as life retreats from frosty air to await the sun's return.  

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