We are abuzz with excitement… For in the midst of winter deep…
I dream…yes, I dream of sounds; fish splashing, birds chirping, darting to and fro…I dream of the lake…the sound of our boat churning…the grandchildren’s laughter as they swim…All those lovely sounds. Then, I dream of scents. The lush aromas of lovely gardens that have my mark…of raw wood that has aged for decades
Searching for beauty… When you are so very tired of snow and ice… Is a long and arduous task…
Here I sit. Out my cottage window is a winter wonderland of sorts…icy drapes, snuggle my evergreens. Here I sit. I long for warmth on my face…I long to walk in my beloved woods.
…whirling anticipation… …a fear of the unknown… …one more day of survival… …blessed, we’re coming home.
Torn asunder from her slumber In the hour of half past three… The child knew the tyrannical regime And followed instinctively.(removed for pending publication) Copyright 2008 The Muse This Was My Submission As The Guest Writer At Zany Life & Crazy Faith
