Poetry ~ The Still of a Winter White

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When the snow falls in the hinterlands

and I find myself drawn to the winter wood

I ponder the state of earthly affairs and believe

that there is much to discover from a winter white

from the forest and the stillness of a winter tree

where solitude and absence of the noise of life

allow the soul to rejoice and find peace

here in the stillness of a winter white I inhale the joy of life

and exhale a world of woes purified by the trees

so I may begin anew, the state of earthly affairs

with my mind free from the noise of life

and find peace in the still of a winter white

and wish peace to all of you

Snow on the homestead ~ wishing peace to all of you

Poetry ~ Sweet Summer

oh sweet summer
i'm singing your tune
sunshine in the morning
thunderstorms in the afternoon

oh sweet summer

filled with wildflowers and hazy days
that send me wandering through the meadows
where the long horns graze


oh sweet summer
i know our days together are few
so let’s dance until we fall
as autumn prepares her debut

Poetry ~ March Winds

The aspen trees bend under 
          unyielding March winds.
The grove moans swaying violently
          in the late winter storm.
The early birds disappear
          having come north too soon.
Another log on the fire
          thwarts the rising chill in the air.
Blankets, put up a week earlier
          are pulled from the winter chest.
The tea kettle whistles
          as the homestead snuggles up
and settles down for winter’s last gasp.