There is a cold and fiery beauty in winter, where the stiff black bareness of trees is iced in puffy piles of pure white snow-- where springtime promises of bursting blossoms hibernate, hide as mere memories, beneath frozen foam--
where the slow drops from crystal columns of ice whisper "soon," "someday," "shhhh."
3 comments:
Beautiful pictures and words Mom.
I appreciate winter when you put it like that!
Love the prose! Adds so much to your photos!
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