anticipation
slipping in with the cold
of December;
like a child I plan and dream
and polish my sparkle
Moonset, spring 2010
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Odysse y An elusive floating. I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward, searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...
6 comments:
The wood looks cosy under its blanket of snow, Adelaide. You seem to have produced a trompe l'oeil effect in the photo. Poem also goes well with your image...
Thanks, Frank. The wood is on our back porch and usually is protected, but a snowstorm last year was blown by the wind.
Adelaide
the snowed logs look like icing on a cake
much love...
Thanks for visiting, Gillena. I'll be sending you something for the 12 Days on your blog.
Adelaide
This is very relatable to me. (But unfortunately, it is not cold where I live yet.) Love your photo too.
Like a kid I still look forward to Christmas, even though it is work cooking for the entire family,
Thanks for visiting.
Adelaide
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