Snow Storm

The winter snow will rage and roar,

Pile up snow drifts at my door,

Howl and growl with all its might,

Bury everything in white.

From: The Winter Storm

By: Elaine Magliaro

Pinocchio

The birdhouses hang where they always have, their  bright colours and cheery attitude belying the frigid temperature outside.

"It's fine,

c-c-come on in,

warm as anything inside,"

says the birdhouse with the Pinocchio nose.

Not to be fooled, the birds have moved on to warmer spots until the Spring.

Like Icing on a Cake

Ever wonder how a snowflake feels as it tumbles toward the earth?

"Now if I fall, will it be my lot

To be cast in some lone, and lowly spot,

To melt, and to sink unseen, or forgot?

And there will my course be ended?"

Who could have known these snowflakes would choose to decorate my deck and chairs.


Not unseen or forgotten, but appreciated and celebrated!


From the poem The Snowflake
By: Hannah Flagg Gould

Kindness is like snow...

                                                 
It beautifies everything it covers.

Author unknown

It's a magical world!

When snow falls,

it is a magical event.

We are transported

to a whole new world.

If this is not enchantment,

then I don't know what is!

What's your story?

Throughout the Celtic world, trees, particularly misshapen trees, cast a long shadow in folklore and poetry.


This particular tree always catches my eye.


The bulge in its trunk is so curious.
The horizontal scar around its waist makes it look as if two different trees were spliced together.


Something definitely happened in the history of this tree.


What's your story?

Life is just a juicy game!

The Flame

Bland

Bold

Spicy

Plain

Life is just a juicy game

of brain and brawn

pain and pleasure

till we see

beyond the blame

of right and wrong

and things we measure

to the bright

and burning flame

we all so fully do contain.

Kelly Athena

Beware the Chink in Your Armour

Everyone has a sore spot or two, a weakness.

They stem mostly from our insecurities and uncertainties.

When it comes to friends,

quality is more important than quantity.

Be careful who you let into your life.

How do you know you really love trees?

This is the time of year that I get to see the real tree: its history, architecture, network of branches, age and strength.  During the summer and fall the leaves hijack my eyes, they are high fashion and makeup, dazzling accessories.

So, here is the authentic tree.

Awesome!

What you see is what will be.

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

Maurice Freehill

After I took this shot, the sun moved out from behind the evergreen.

It touched the ice-covered branches of the tree on the right

transforming grey ice into shimmering diamonds.

From dark to light.