Surrender

VJblogging, photography, poetry, promptCFFC, photos, poem, white, winter9 Comments

Silence and stealth
Winter’s tactics

advances during darkness
asserts its white agenda.

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: white.)

9 thoughts on “Surrender”

-Eugenia says:

December 1, 2019 at 10:32 am

Lovely photos and words, V.J.

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 1, 2019 at 11:17 am
  
  Thank you!
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    December 2, 2019 at 11:14 am
    
    You’re welcome!
    
    LikeLike
simplywendi says:

November 30, 2019 at 6:46 pm

so beautiful to look at, even though I don’t like to drive in it

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 1, 2019 at 11:04 am
  
  Thanks and agreed.
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
Cee Neuner says:

November 30, 2019 at 11:58 am

V.J., I may not like snow, but I do have to admit your photos makes it look so pretty 😀 😀

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2019 at 4:52 pm
  
  Thanks Cee. It has its moments.
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply
Deborah says:

November 30, 2019 at 10:32 am

Gorgeous photos and poem! It’s strange that it is still Autumn until Dec 20th, yet all over the US ans where you live Winter decided to take over early! Beautiful work as always V.J.! ❤

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2019 at 10:38 am
  
  Weather seldom seems to follow a calendar. Thanks Deborah.
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply

Your thoughts matter... Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]