Something beautiful
about 7am Sunday-
alone with the birds.
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- The ice has meltedand night falls blanketing thewr...
- The cracking bulletsof melting ice crashing downse...
- I write by candlesnow power, trees crashing downfe...
- The vague blue-black lightilluminates the glossybr...
- A wasteland of ice-trees lay splinterd in the stre...
- A varnish of icebows brittle branches down insilen...
- A hard, blue-gray skywaits with icy impatiencefor ...
- Cold wind rattles leavesso thin and papery brownli...
- That things will change isis a certainty that isbe...
- A soggy wind blowswith the promise of somethingmor...
- Each day it seemsI am bewitched by sunriseand wint...
- Thin, crisp curve of moonwhere pink dawn kisses bl...
- The birds are hungry-frantically pecking at straw....
- Sometimes days whirl bycaught in a bright eddyof r...
- Something beautifulabout 7am Sunday-alone with the...
- The hard, blue skyhas faded into soft pinkbringing...
- Bone rattling coldhas stopped all motion, all soun...
- The bright sunshine warmsmy little dog who raceshi...
- Ah, hibernationsounds good to me this morninglying...
- Sunday and make-ups
- The air smells like icewith a cold that cuts my bo...
- Winter is the timeto bask in the solitudeof bare, ...
- The air feels thinnerin the wintertime somehow-lik...
- Birds fly overheadsoaring to keep from freezingto ...
- Gray has decendedfrom the low, comforting foldsof ...
- The screams of childrensignal they are having fun,...
- Winter has returned-the leaves rattle with the col...
- A patch of relief-unseasonable warmth,brings the l...
- The female cardnalsearches my dead yard for food;t...
- Breathing stinging airinto my tired body;in no moo...
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Purpose
- 365 Days
- Prairie Grove, Arkansas, United States
- My plan is to post a Tanka, Haiku, or another short breath of some sort daily, and to include pictures of the outdoors at least twice a week. I want this to be an exercise in living in the moment and disciplined writing.
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