“Every day is a gift. But some days are packaged better.” Sanhita Baruah
A moonless night,
Stars like diamonds
On black velvet,
Hints of cedar,
Of burning leaves,
Of snow on the air.
An owl hooting
From a dormant tree,
A dog barking
In the distance,
Lovers strolling
Along frosty trails,
And
Carols flowing out
From within a church.
All are impressions
Keenly drawn upon
My senses
As I allow the season
To embrace me.
A very apt and timely tribute to the time at hand. I love the vivid imagery that you have shared through your verses, Rebecca. Love, peace, and best wishes,
Wonderful, I too am a big fan of the fall/winter time of year. I never tire of watching the snow fall or how it seems to purify the whole earth even if only for a while.
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Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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