Baiting her line with incantationsshe casts her spell… imaginesan ocean of possibilitiesready to nibble at her bidding As if words hold swayand patience, power; believes right intent is lure enoughto reel in destiny, determine fate. (Rewrite of piece formerly entitled ‘Fishing’.Image my own. Perhaps a silly goose?)
Trade you an ‘n’for a ‘v’, I saidto the moonto the sunto the birdat my window All obligedand nowmy lonely dayis lovely,lovely,lovely. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own.)
Service contentmentBe a vessel –giving and receivingCreate ripplesInspireBe presentPush through limitsBe bliss spreadingviral joy (I’ve started a new project: reading through old journals – mostly griping – to find new messages, new poetry.This is my first result. Image my own.)
Chilly indeed 🙂
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The beauty of stark winter. My memories of snow are childhood memories, or visiting snow places as an adult. I couldn’t live in it.
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Agreed. That’s why we usually travel in the winter months. Not this year though….
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No, not much travel anywhere, hoping this year will change for the better.
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Two very homey winter scenes!
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The sun wouldn’t come out for us. Thanks.
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These are gorgeous VJ! My husband wants some snow so badly….
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Your husband is deranged ( I say it with utmost affection). Snow is fun when you have health to enjoy it. Thanks.
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I agree with you VJ!!! He absolutely loves snow though….
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These are gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. They are grey and chilly to me…reflecting the day’s mood.
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Find warmth in the fact you are loved! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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