my photo taken this morning - hoar frost is when foggy air freezes
the water frozen into ice ponds upon bird baths the air foggy crystallizes upon every surface the sun obscured blocked behind thick skies the earth dormant hibernating beneath its layers the soul stirs at winters chill cutting raw exposure the trees sigh silently while birds peck upon the crystals painted upon the branches and twigs delicately stirring
Absolutely wonderful and I was treated to almost an identical vista driving around the lake this morning at daybreak, seasmoke was beautiful with a lone loon somwhere on the lake calling out.
The Goddess solidifies and her breast frozen in nourishment goes dormant. A warming thaw vision of the nipple, with the warm hand thawing it reminds me of the Birth of the Milky Way where Zeus laid his son Heracles, born from Zeus's liasion with the mortal, Alcmene. Zeus secretly laid his son next to his wife, Hera, so that Heracles could become fully immortal by drinking her divine milk. Heracles bit the breast and sucked so powerfully that the milk spilled across the sky, forming the Milky Way. Raw exposure to the max, Debby. Love the uncensored texture of this write.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Grrrrrr looks like Frozen spider webs on that ladies neck!!
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