The mist falls all night
all day a gray sky
each green needle
each red berry
each stone
each twig
encased
like
Venetian
millefiore
in a Victorian
paperweight
missing only
the outer globe
of a stark blue sky
shaking sugar white snow
over sun glistened ice
and a snow-day child
gazing upward
outward
beyond
the glass
at myself.
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The embroidered strip of felt and the accordion book of my flower photos to be continued during week 4, making it easy to grab 5 minutes a d... -
I winter trees bending down under heavy snow branches becoming roots II do spring birds nest beneath the snow waiting to burst into flight w...
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