A field
rough as a corncob
softens in a gentle winter rain
Tag: Winter
Driving on the Lincoln Highway in December
Forests of winter-tree-gingerbread cookies, thickly and whitely frosted, thoroughly cooled, are all ready for enjoying.
Photo 345
Here’s a photo from cold April 2016, and I believe (without getting back into my photos) a shot from a drive to or from Lisbon. A lucky shot. The question Paul asks, goes well with the photo. Cold can’t separate us from God. The fact that God is spirit and we are physical can’t separate us. Cloudy skies can’t either. Hmmm…
The Bluejay, the Red-Belly Woodpecker, the Nuthatch and the Downy Woodpecker
share at the suet
one comes one goes one watches
much to my delight
Well-Deserved Rest
(This morning, no fog, but the world—breathtakingly crystal,)
After a long hard day working
over twenty-four hours worth
Fog finally felt she could take a load off
laying down, falling asleep, leaving all
her responsibilities sparkly white
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