While traveling north to Central New York for a statewide conference presentation, I marveled at winter at play.
Wind-whirling morning
breezes by.
Reeds rustle.
Branches sway.
Winter-braving elements
seen at play.
Barren birch hugs
the ground.
Nature tugs
as winds go round.
I watch surprised
at winter's play
while I travel
on this day.
Draft, @CV, 2020
Midway through the drive, my colleague and I stopped at the Roscoe Diner, a favorite stop during my children's growing-up years. For old time's sake, this photo was taken just like in years past.
You may wonder why the greeting card shows a circle of fish. Roscoe, N.Y. is a favorite spot for fly-fishing advocates.
Each year since March 2015, I engage in Two Writing Teacher's Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge.
Slicing allows me to ponder life, literacy, and learning, capturing small moments poetically
through writing, photography, and digital art.
Day 4 of 31 days of writing March Slice of Life 2020 Story Challenge
Love the poem, love the photo... both great ways to remember the day.
ReplyDeleteThe personification of winter playing is lovely. Love the Roscoe Diner photo. I always associate fly fishing w/ Montana and Idaho. You’ve shattered my stereotype! 😉
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