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red-room-well-red's picture
In the famous poem "Stopping By a Woods on a Snowy Evening," Robert Frost's narrator is tempted by the deathly quiet of the wintry woods, but is reminded that life, with its "many promises to keep," still pushes him forward. I don't know if leading with Frost in my email last...
mara-buck's picture
The black crow flies  through snowladen branches.  As she passes,                white shimmers in her wake  and she delights in the beauty  of her action.  A landscape in motion.  At the highway she descends  and another color is added.  She paints with red.
kyla-perry's picture
It doesn't snow in my life, anymore. Not like it used to.  Snow to many people means death, winter, hibernation. The green sprouts go into hiding, the birds flee en masse. The roads ice up and people instantly forget how to drive, the car takes forever to warm up and the heater even longer. All...
ron-lavalette's picture
               ...1...                                                       Two days back in Time                                                    birds, massing: Put wing to northland air you riveted, strung out & against the sky Pull Winter in behind you Like a vacuum: going, nowhere...
julia-wolfe's picture
I've experienced winter in a variety of climates. My family moved often when I was growing up: Before I graduated from high school, we'd lived in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Illinois, California and Oregon. Once I left home, I lived in Minnesota, DC, Colorado, and am now back in Illinois. No matter...
rosy-cole's picture
  Wishing you a Joyful and Peaceful holiday season...and health and happiness in 2014.     April is the cruellest month, the poet says. Green shoots and blossoms make a mockery of winter's torpid isolation - the sky's sheen like old ceramic crazed with sapless boughs - the ponds...
david-moolten's picture
Snow has interfered, dealt harshly with all involved, Conquered everything. Two soldiers Trespass the storm’s pure calm to just look, One taller than the other, both androgynous In their heavy coats so that they could be a couple almost As close as a pair of buddies, civilians, A man and woman,...
blair-kilpatrick's picture
            My parents, children of immigrants, grew up during the Depression.  They followed a typical path to success:  education and assimilation.  But their ambivalence about their ethnic roots weakened when the winter holidays approached.              I’ve always associated the winter...
mary-julia-klimenko's picture
If I weren't sixty-three years old my story might not be unusual. However, last Monday morning I romped in the fields at my ranch, photographing and exploring while big, fluffy handfuls of snow fell. I was stunned, as usual, by nature's incredible beauty. I was also wearing out my bad back but didn...
dennis-k-biby's picture
An hour before the sun scales the horizon I prepare to step off Ferrity, the 30 foot sailboat that I call home.  A gusty north-northwest wind pushes the thermometer’s 23 degrees into single-digit windchill. Chesapeake Bay's normal tidal range is around two feet, but a strong, persistent, northerly...