Tag: Winter

Silent Sunday

Where Peaceful Waters Flow

Restless hearts, it has been along time,
Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise,
It’s getting hard to find a place to go,
Where peaceful water flow.

— Chris de Burgh

Silent Sunday

Snow Globe World

Snow flurries began to fall
and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats.
It was magical, this snow globe world.

― Sarah Addison Allen

And this morning everything was covered in fairy dust.

Winter Buds

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My old grandmother always used to say,

Summer friends will melt away like summer snows,

but winter friends are friends forever.

― George R.R. Martin

Silent Sunday

Home

Home is where the heart is.
– Proverb

Outside my window in my parents’ house. The Weekly Photo Challenge: Home.

Silent Sunday

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Promise of Spring

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We promise according to our hopes

and perform according to our fears.

– Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Bare Bones

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Like bones to the human body,

the axle to the wheel,

the wing to the bird, and the air to the wing,

so is liberty the essence of life.

– Jose Marti

Silent Sunday

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The Last Rose of Summer

‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone.

All her lovely companions are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

– Thomas Moore

More snow. Seems like winter is getting a foot in the door…
Listen to an ethereal recording of the poem set to music here.

Round and Round

Spring had its moment of sunshine and mirth;

We witnessed the wonder of nature’s rebirth.

Summer was splendid, we laughed and we danced

In squares and on beaches from Finland to France.

For glorious Autumn did nature explode

In radiant colours: scarlet and gold.

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Now the leaves have all fallen, the skies turned to gray,

We can hardly remember a bright summer’s day.

Spirits are drooping as nature grows stark,

Nighttime comes early, and morning is dark.

But be not despondent and winter will bring

Christmas and snowflakes, skating, and spring.

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Julia’s 100 word challenge: “…and winter will bring…” Still  in the vein of Mother Goose-ishness, I went for a little rhyme.

Jake’s Sunday Challenge: City.