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I wondered off I found myself on a small hill I could see the harbor So beautiful in the winter I kept going Closer and closer Soon enough I was standing On the frozen lake I took a picture To...
The thin little river Waits ever so Beneath the still ice Fish swim like thoughts Uncaring of the frozen surface Thunder rumbles. The ground shakes.
#sundayrepost A wizened old man stands tall and proud His beard long and straggly and slightly sad His eyes speak of things best not said out loud For he's as old as the hills and nearly as...
P retty winter wonderland. I s what I can see today. C old but still heartwarming. T akes my breath away. U nderneath a greying sky. R iverbanks are frozen, white. E ven though the water's flowing.
Powder of snow upon the ground Birds are here, not making a sound There's hardly any clouds in the sky Making me question the beauty, "why?" The sun rising before me A beautiful sight to see Snow...
I find myself awake again. This morning when the world was still asleep I took a turn out in the woods. There's a wild and tangled place near my house that I like to go to and just be all alone.
The icy cold air consumes my breath. It's sensation so refreshing to taste. Amazed. I stop and take a firm step. As snow falls graciously upon my blushed face. The journey to earth is meandering.
Winter white colours the day. Encased in icing like a cake in may. All is still, quite sublime. A frozen world, time out of time. Nothing moves, not. animal, man, or bird.
Bitter, icy wind swirled through the frozen wonderland. Glittering, crystal icicles hung like diamond spears from pearl white trees.
Icy wind, like the devil's breath, Darkening skies, no sun to be seen. Birds fly South to avert their death, The midnight frost reflects the starlight's gleam.
It's cold and still. Outside the back door. Even time seems frozen. By the wintry hoar. Trees weighing heavy. From the frosting they wear. They appear in bloom. Even though they are bare.
Little lights Twinkling bright Shadows loom Not like doom Trees fly by While I sigh Fields of snow There they go Tiny house Like a mouse No lights on Is that a fawn.
Subconciously inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" (I realized it towards the end).
#10wordchallenge @burrahobbit I jotted down a few words on my piece of paper. I looked at it's content, and erased every single word. I opened the window on the side of my house.
We had an open house today. We are trying to sell our home so we can move back to England . We decided that we would take our littlen to the (sand) snow dunes , down at Yyteri beach , here in Finland.
#colour Her dress drags on the freezing ground Her dress of snowy white In the blackened trees and thickened leaves It is the brightest light She can't find her way as she looks around There's not...
#adventchallenge. Blissfully beautiful. The view from my window. When the trees and the grass. Are covered in snow. Like the softest white clouds. Have all fallen down. Landing so gracefully.
#adventchallenge #snow Black trees, rigid in the chill, 'Gainst white landscapes for the kill, Eyes, above lips, masked in scarves, Through windows, snowflakes willing carves.
I could not hear a thing Except the Hazy burden of a misplaced birdsong, Elegant as a hushed psalm, Echoing far away with the vagueness of separation.
From the arc of rainfall from the sky, To all the birds southwards up high, To all those early mornings, dark, To the absence of that singing lark.
Dazzling, diamond snowflakes decorate soaring, emerald trees. Glistening, ivory snow carpets the hostile earth. Ancient, twinkling constellations shine with golden light through the onyx night.
Strikingly, high pitched notes curl and twirl through the frozen, marble forest. Shimmering, deep ruby feathers decorate the majestic robins chest.
Deepening winter, prowling, a wild look in it's eyes. Utterly grey, utterly featureless. Blizzard covering my marker stones, Spirits of warmth eloquent but elusive.
#love I saw a perfect vision no one knows I glanced upwards and fell back into the snow My footprints will lead you were you need to go Into the back garden of England, my perfect scented...