A dark, slender branch elegantly dressed in snow reaches for the sun.
Blades of grass poke up through dark ovals in quartets deer tracks in the snow.
Clear and round Water droplets hang suspended from bare branches. I see the water droplets almost every morning now. My blog is subtitled “Trying to Find The Words.” That is the difficulty and the joy of writing. How do you convey in language the myriad images and feelings that come to mind when you seeContinue reading “Water droplets”
Early morning the dark sky holds a single pearl the luminous moon.
Spider webs sticky strands jeweling dew catch the early light.
Brown leaves crunch, twigs snap black, orange and white stream by two startled foxes.