The stronghold strengthens
the winter depth deepens.
The hill overlooks treetops
holding pockets of snow
to the empty blue sky
quietly becoming black.
With no fanfare
just cold desending from heaven.
From comfort of the sunroom
I see yellow squares
scattered in the blackness
behind naked tress losing
ground to the snowpacks assault
a battle we continue to lose.
This scene I have seen before.
These fingers have scraped
cold snow and squeezed until
nothing but liquid remains.
You could stay in the sun room until spring! I love the new look!
I think we will hide until June. In northern MN now where it is 20 below. Thank you, I assume you are referring to the website layout? I was looking for something more simple, that does not get in the way of posts and photos.
yes and I think you have achieved that aim !
the stripped back nature of the verse sings to the subject.
So true. Nature in it’s rawest form is the most beautiful.