Images from Home

The seasons converge in Autumn; Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. September, October, November and December come together. Snow, sunshine, birth and death happen. The wind blows, or doesn’t blow, and what we know for sure is that which we don’t know, in the face of uncertainty. We feel sadness, happiness, hope and despair. One is irrelevant, without the other.

In the dark forest…

In the dark forest…

…the moon is the guiding light.  The air is crisp, birds are none to be found. Autumn hangs on, like the last leaves to fall. Muted green of olive bushes, alone reflect golden beams.  The clock has spent its time. Alas! the days are longer, the light is stronger, and winter won’t be far.  Sleep deeply under the evening stars.26930768309_bb2b393c95_o

“Brittle”

What brittle has fallen from tree to ground?
Sprigs in a white snowy sea as
Shadowy limbs face northeast.
Branches flounder and drift northwest.
Treading and losing breath
Wind spent and shipwrecked twigs, creaking and breaking
Submerging and reemerging, gasping for air
Like dolphins in a ghostly powdery wave where no one goes.

By Georgianna Marie
Photograph by Dave Dreimiller

“Winter”

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“Winter”

by Walter de la Mare

Clouded with snow

The cold wind blows,

And shrill on leafless bough

The robin with its burning breast

Alone sings now.

The rayless sun,

Day’s journey done,

Sheds its last ebbing light

On fields in leagues of beauty spread

Unearthly White.

Thick draws the dark,

and spark by spark,

The frost fires kindle, and soon

Over that sea of frozen foam

Floats the White moon.

At the end of the day

There’s another day dawning

And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise

Like the waves crash on the sand

Like a storm that will break any second

There’s a hunger in the land

There’s a reckoning still to be reckoned and there’s gonna be – to pay

At the end of the day!