Overnight Invasion

VJblogging, challenge, nonfiction, photography, poetrya photo a week, neighbourhood, Ontario, photos, postaday, winter9 Comments

A silent invader, the snow
creeps in overnight, transforms

No weapons of war, just a soft
blanketing pronouncing victory

Invasive and inevitable, we sigh acceptance
and still the river flows, for now.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: In My Neighbourhood.)

9 thoughts on “Overnight Invasion”

awisewomansjourney says:

November 13, 2019 at 9:23 am

Your neighborhood is so beautiful I want to come live there! Your poem is beautiful too! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 13, 2019 at 9:55 am
  
  Thanks. We have a spare room!
  
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  1. awisewomansjourney says:
    
    November 13, 2019 at 11:15 am
    
    If I had the money I would be there in a NY minute! LOL! 😀
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    November 13, 2019 at 3:03 pm
    
    Ah, yes. Always that one problem, lol.
    
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dawnbirdau says:

November 13, 2019 at 9:04 am

This is truly beautiful.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 13, 2019 at 9:55 am
  
  Thank you.
  
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ArtisanX says:

November 13, 2019 at 7:09 am

LOVE IT! Might be a bit jealous that mine didn’t really stick. Hope it’s a sign! 😁

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 13, 2019 at 9:55 am
  
  Thanks. We’ve had more since – even the roads are white. I heard that they are calling it a Snowller Coaster this year.
  
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  1. ArtisanX says:
    
    November 13, 2019 at 7:32 pm
    
    That is hilarious. Never heard that before! I somewhat hope it is!
    
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