snow strikes snow
with the kiss of butterfly wings
or the sound leaves make
spiraled from the maple–
sighed echoes of other seasons
set gently in ice
snow strikes snow
with the kiss of butterfly wings
or the sound leaves make
spiraled from the maple–
sighed echoes of other seasons
set gently in ice
tis true the tiny ones can also bring as much joy as their big sisters or brothers can 🙂
Aw, thank you I have pledged to write one small stone a day for the month of January–I like condensing images, so it’s a great exercise.
Your welcome – did you see my Cyhydedd fer and yes I looked on Stephens site to work out what it was lol
http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/dont-forget-me/
…ah…the sights and sighs of sightless sounds….
Thank you, JCC 😉
Beautiful! So much in so few words…
Oh gosh, thanks!
Sweet imagery!
So glad you liked this!
What fine imagery. 🙂
Celestine, thank you!
So delicate, almost wish to find a way to enjoy the same ride.
Yes, it was one of those perfect moments. I would like to know that drifting.