Aerial angels flurrying,Multiplying with promise,Soon to silence soundsAll around,Soon to soften color,Blanketing worries, chaos, strife,But for now,Content to driftIn ethereal dalliance.
A Certain Breed by J Dan Francis
In whatever season as you enter the Adirondacks, one might think it takes a particular breed of man or woman to live in that region. It is not a harsh, desolate, or unhabitable place where life could not exist or succeed. On the contrary, all life, be it plant, animal, insect, fowl, and yes human, … Continue reading A Certain Breed by J Dan Francis
Untitled by Kimberley Bouchard
She walked into the garage to get the pruning clippers. Today's project, she had promised herself, was to cutback the grape vines, roses and raspberries. No more procrastination. There were the clippers, in the place he had made for them, resting between two large nails that cradled the narrow connection between the blades and the … Continue reading Untitled by Kimberley Bouchard
Untitled by Janet S. Burl
The first few flakes of snow in the air on an autumn day fluttered wistfully on the slight breeze, then landed softly amidst the stones at her feet. The water in the stream was moving along quickly, swirling about the rocks jutting out in stark relief. She sat this evening, gazing at the sky, while listening … Continue reading Untitled by Janet S. Burl
Untitled by Bobbie Carnwath
first few flakes of snowdance in a blue autumn skymeditation bells
The Inevitable by Leslie Sittner
The first few flakes of snow in the air on an autumn day are harbingers of the last few flakes of snow on the ground in April. Or May. Both events are inevitable and bring joy or dread.
Untitled by Ruth Ann Dandrea
Angel feathers, dandelion fluff, the first few flakes of snow on an autumn day.Airy stuff.Insubstantial as bird call.Strong as wind.They have a way of changing everythingeven though they do not stay.They say, the world you seeevanesces,floats awayon any passing breeze,saturates and dissolves in a raindrop.Stops. Making you wonderif it ever existed at all.Real is nothing … Continue reading Untitled by Ruth Ann Dandrea
Haiku (for Bill McKibben’s prompt) by Nancie Battaglia
Oh boy ski day oneKick, glide, kick, glide, scratch, oops, scratchNever to early
Untitled by Lee Keet
The first few flakes of snow in the air on an autumn day have shocked us all. It had been decades since we have seen snow in winter, much less in autumn. Maybe this is the sign that we have been waiting for, an indication that our planet is no longer heating and is possibly … Continue reading Untitled by Lee Keet
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