After each winter storm, I am struck by the tranquility of the night. Frosted panes add their glow to the stillness of the night. Candlelight flickers and animal tracks stretch across untouched snow. It is a magical sight to watch winter gather its crystals and dust earth quietly.
After seeing a photo of my two little granddaughters sinking into the snow, I decided to digitize a picture to give winter credit for its undeniably inspiring beauty.
freshly-formed snowflakes fall
gently
on
winter
paths
gently
touching
little
noses
gently
snowflakes, freshly-formed, fall
©CVarsalona, 2022
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holds delight
for little skiers
sinking
into snow
toddlers stand still
winter
magic fills
the quiet air
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quietude exists in winter hush
stillness
surrounds
mellowing
evening
stillness
reverberates
quietly
crystalizing
stillness
quietude exists in winter hush
©CVarsalona, 2022
Since I am intrigued by the beauty of the snow in woods here in Virginia, I invite you to join me in creating any type of artistic expression in word, art, or music for Winter's Embrace Gallery. Tabatha Yeatts, our gracious Poetry Friday Roundup host this week, sent me some winter photos that are just lovely for the gallery. Thank you Tabatha for allowing my mind to wander in word wonder.
frosted berries iced
dipped in winter white crystals
seasonal sweet
©CVarsalona, 2022
Several years ago, Tabatha sent me this hauntingly beautiful painting from 1880 by Louise Abbema.
wrapped in winter peace
she pensively ponders life
iced thoughts surface
©CVarsalona, 2022
It's time to visit Tabatha Yeatts at Opposite of Indifference for her thoughts on pieces of a puzzle. She opens her site not only for her poetry goodness but for so many other poet friends.
Image collaged by Linda Mitchell
