Footsteps are silent upon the freshly fallen snow. A shadowy sun peeks through an almost clear sky, its rays difused but it still melts what the night before has laid down. Winter is a wonderland of miracles, clouds, sunlight and shadows. The lofty clouds sail over head like so many ships asail as the southernly sun tracks its way low in the sky yet it does this with grace and grandure, the shadows it casts here are silent and solid as it arches its way to its far horizon. Winter bring us so much closer to ourselves. It is a dream barer as it ushers in those dreams of a warm spring buried far beneath the winter snow and in the spring, those seed we have sown, with the suns love in the spring, becomes the rose.....
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 04:56:54 +0000
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