endless these dog days of winter into this muted world of browns and grey trudging along a forest path of plenty now, cold and barren
Endless these dog days of wind rattling the bones of yesterday’s hunters laying, long, devoured by earth
The gleaming, sharpened ivory, canines, dulled to ugly yellow winter has reclaimed the hunter the spirit, forever alive into the driving wind the hunter Snassano 12 -19-07
I'm so glad I played CATCH- UP to you Stan!
I forgot just the talents you do have!
This poem spoke true to my heart of nature, and this Cold Inviting Season! etc.
What imagery and tease of sadness!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
Powerful imagery my friend well done! It's great to be at home at the den, I've missed everyone...got a lot of catching up to do! Blessings and Merry Christmas!
Joyce B.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
I forgot just the talents you do have!
This poem spoke true to my heart of nature, and this Cold Inviting Season! etc.
What imagery and tease of sadness!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
Myrna
Joyce B.
Love,
Eileen
Peace,
Dan
Christine
Love,
Susan
Axilea
Be safe,
Karen
now, cold and barren
So many meanings can be found here.
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, and Merry Christmas,
Karla.