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 ...

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Gray, gray, and more gray.Then the sun emerges. ISquint and breathe glory. Photo courtesy of Pixmartin from Pixabay

Wind scrapes my windowI snuggle deeper intomy book, its words ablanket, soft and warm. Time andreality disappear. Featured Photo courtesy of The Pixelman on Pixabay

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

I couldn’t keep my eyes from the windows in the classroom. I taught lessons, corrected papers, assigned homework, and answered questions. But I wasn’t there. My eyes, the windows to my soul, took my attention to the white flakes falling. No sunshine turned them into sequins like a magical fairy godmother. They fell from a ...

The broken roses Bleed onto the garden ground Winter is their end.