The cold golden rays
Of December’s feeble sun
Casts long shadows
On the frozen ground
Longer still
Are the stark shadows
You cast on my frozen heart
May you return
Like the Spring sun
To melt the frost away
May the sun shine
Once again
Through the windows of my soul
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Yesterday, after a small snowfall, I walked to the Post office. There are forested hills overlooking my village. The fresh, new fallen snow was glowing in the soft, golden twilight. It was gorgeous. I wanted to write a poem, but don’t have time. I looked for a similar idea, and found one from almost exactly two years ago that was the exact opposite ;) But here it is anyway….
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An amazing photograph to go with your beautiful words Trent. The essence of winter truly captured :)
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Thanks Zee!
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The photo amazes me: for all that it’s a huge spread of growth, it shows, indubitably, cold. Bleakness. Winter …
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I think the air has a different quality. It’s obviously less humid and the light is at such a different angle it just makes everything look cold. Of course the ice in the middle of the pond doesn’t warm things up.
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