In Virginia,
even the snow has manners.
It falls gently
as if apologizing
for the inconvenience
~ Hanna Lange
In Virginia,
even the snow has manners.
It falls gently
as if apologizing
for the inconvenience
~ Hanna Lange
In a show of white,
the snow stops us in our tracks,
asks us to take in
the beauty of the moment,
the vast expanse of time.
JDG
Treasuring quiet
moments before the chaos
of another storm begins.
JDG
Numb fingers, numb toes,
but fortunately the mouth’s
still able to lodge complaints.
JDG
Learning a new way
of living when you’re deeply
entrenched in the old
is like moving to an unknown
country with only a map.
JDG
Sun paints the landscape
with a golden brush
as birds vie for a place
at their breakfast table
and Knox, looking puzzled,
searches the snow covered ground
for his favorite sticks.
JDG
Red cardinal, gray day.
Blankets of white, bluest of Jays.
Energetic dogs, sleepy cats.
Dancing fire, falling snow.
Young adults, old me.
January symphony?
JDG
Anticipating
storm’s afternoon arrival,
people strip the shelves
and hurry home to await
the year’s much hailed first snow flake.
JDG
If they wait til noon
only a few kernels remain
and by two even those few
have disappeared,
a lesson duly noted
by all flighty flyers.
JDG
The big explorer
finally returned home. His paws
decided to take a pause.
JDG