With the days growing shorter, I can’t help but long For Spring’s embrace— A bloom of hope and awakening; A fresh breath of life again. But for now, the sun’s radiance glows, While frost clings to the edge of my soul— I wait for the streams to dissolve my winter blues. Editor: Michelle Naragon & ...

TheOld YearIs finished.She closed her eyesAnd wrapped herself inA robe of ice and wind.As she dreamed of renewal,We shivered in the frigid nightAnd cried out for the warmth of the sun. Editor: Michelle Naragon & Shannon Hensley  

The scent of cedar permeates the air as you stand there, watching the traffic pass you by. Your hair is pulled away from your face in a low-rise ponytail, and the beanie you have on your head is one you have never worn before. You’re not used to the coldness you can feel seeping in ...

Crisp white flakes pour down They paint earth’s brown canvas bright They bring forth new life

nature softly starts to slumberover the coldness that winter bringsvibrant are the leaves yet stilleven before the winter chillmoans of the trees creaking bonesbrittle as they start to becomeeven before the world spinsrenewing the cycle of life

softly the petals of a flower falllanding upon the slowly browning eartha chill starting to take hold in the airthe last vestiges of summer drifting away one lone bloom fighting to remain uprightit’s not death it resists, but the long days of sleepthe forced hibernation the cold weather bringsthe endless cycle of rising and falling ...

Still Blessed  I am always stressedI’m completely a hot messBut I still feel blessed Your Star  I hope you still knowYou always make my heart glowYour star in the snow

There is a chill in the airCrisp and freshScented with pineSoft sounds of the world falling asleep Winter calls to usBeckons us to start anewTo sleep the pain of the past awayAnd awaken fresh It sometimes seems like the world is frozenIn a moment in timeThe white that covers the landAnd the ice that hangs ...

Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

The old man has always been there. There was never a time in my life when he didn’t show up. True, it was always according to his schedule. Time meant nothing to him. He would show up when he wanted to and leave when he jolly well pleased. No glances at the wall to check ...