• fall season,  frost,  leaves,  Plants,  poems,  poetic journal,  seasons,  writing/reading

    brush strokes of frost

    Cottonwood leaves covered in frost – Arapaho Bend Natural Area in 2014

    Wintery morning stroll in a world turned white
    I love nature’s work of art created in the cold of night
    So grateful for these lovely brush strokes of frost

    ms

    I did not pick up my camera all day. A bit unusual for me. The sun has just set. I feel the need to write a post. So, I sit at my desk. The cold air gathers around my feet as I ask for words to write. I sort through them in the quiet. The furnace turns on. I no longer sit in silence. I stay in my chair awaiting for more words and they are given. This post is simple, nothing eloquent. It’s what I do and my way to reach out to a virtual world of friends. I’ll end with a prayer that you feel the love within you and sleep well.