Lest we forget a few weeks ago, I decided to post this last hurrah to winter.
In the Throes of Deep Winter © 2014 Molly Lin Dutina In the throes of deep winter snow muffles our noisy world playing havoc with human plans the season reigns. Globs of winter white cascade from treetops as wind whips their froth no comforting cappuccino this. More shovels, blowers, chemicals as men reclaim their surfaces trying to conquer black ice on surface nature never intended. Help us, just now, to be still, Lord stilled as winter woods stilled as inches deep snow quiet, still.
Enjoy the crocuses and daffodils with great thanksgiving!
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Thanks for the wind harp. It resonates in me. And I “feel” the deep sound of big chimes. Wonder if my neighbors would complain?