Friday, December 21, 2012

A pile of sticks stacked beside the bare-branched birch,
as if a warning to the tree of what its fate may be.


But no ordinary pile of firewood these,
they are the very walls that fenced in the summer garden,
removed and neatly piled to dream through the winter
of someday being upright under the sun again.




Meanwhile, out in the yard, the supporting posts
send mysterious semaphore messages,
stalwartly trying to guide the sun back to the frozen land




The Winter Gate stands still
against the storms to come
as if a portal to another mysterious realm of ritual




The over-arching reach of winter haunts us again




decorating the woods like a Christmas card.
Life imitating art imitating life.

May your holiday season sparkle and glow
whether or not it be dusted with snow.

18 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness! Just de-LIGHT-full! Indeed the first and last ones could be Christmas cards, as well as the one from your previous post. And may your Holiday be filled with sparkle and glow as well... :)

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    1. MM,
      A little bling does a body good!

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  2. These snow scenes are enchanting - thanks for sharing your winter wonderland.
    Wishing you a joyful festive season Lynne.
    Love and hugs from rainy Scotland!

    Ruby

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    1. Ruby,
      Happy to be able to share the white with you--there's plenty to go around. Love and hugs and joy to you as well!

      Lynne

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  3. This was so beautiful to read. I love your interpretation of the winter scenes. What a great mind you have...and a good eye.

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    1. Danielle,
      I'm so pleased you enjoyed the words as I really was winging it. I usually start with the images and just hope the right words will turn up. So nice that the right people turn up here as well!
      ;-)

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  4. Calm has entered the land. Very beautiful place to be.

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    1. Gwen,
      It must be beyond beautiful on your side of the bay. (We won't mention the rain and warm temperatures that arrived today). There's nothing like the peace that follows a storm...unless it's the eerie calm that precedes it.

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  5. Love love love these photos, Lynne--the first one especially grabs hold of me. The "over-arching reach of winter!!!"" Ha ha--fun! Merry merry & stay cuddly warm.

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    1. Jann,
      A little different than the green hills of Sicily but I'm glad that the white scenery here can charm you. Plans in place for merriment and warmth and I wish you the same!

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  6. Images look as if created with a pencil. What joy it must be seeing it for real. Upper 40F over here. Missing home. Please have a good Sunday.

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    1. Robert,
      It is a joy to see the first real snowfall of the season. An excitement and wonder to watch the world being transformed into that mysterious white. But I must say, for me, the joy wears off pretty quick when I have to go outside and deal with the elements on a daily basis.

      Christmas time makes one miss home even more...always.

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  7. A wonderful winter series, thanks for your creative blogs, Have a peaceful holiday,,,M

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    1. Michael,
      It gives me much pleasure to hear that you enjoy my blogs. I appreciate your visits. May your Christmas and New Year be merry and bright, with bags full of blog posts to ensue.

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  8. Oh wow - your winter shots and words are dream-like and magical!

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    1. Lady Fi,
      Coming from such an expert as yourself in capturing dream-like winter shots I am well and truly flattered!

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  9. What fabulous and mysterious pictures. It is so hard to believe that summer will ever come, isn't it, when everything is blanketed with snow.I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

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    1. Thank you, Jenny. Christmas has been wonderful, with good company and good treats, and good blogger friends such as yourself stopping by to visit in this snow-filled landscape.

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