Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (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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