ice sculpture lovers

the stingy calendar does not offer up
enough holidays with you
your presence–
gentle and loving

like satin bows wrapping me
deep eyes glistening
for the festive evergreen
not the lateness of the hour
beyond waltzing flames,
silent snowfall brightens
cracked curbs and black pavement
let’s smash all the world’s timepieces
destroy those wicked hands
against searing fireplace bowels

freeze this moment
keep it safe
you and I

ice sculpture lovers
forever locked in a glistening embrace

lady in dark/pencil

lady in dark/pencil

never too early for holiday thoughts;)
published last year, regifted this year – better:)

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Snowdown

Dear Friends,
Spring, summer, fall and winter pull each other along on their wayward journey. The Seasons ride their own express train. This locomotive’s spinning wheels are unaffected by barometric change. Rainbow boxcars screech as they hustle along the sparking track. Chuckling snowmen have begun jumping off the sidecars, holding balls of ice in their soft red mittens. Winter has arrived in North America.

I wish Season’s express train would ‘snowdown’ once in awhile and let life catch up…
SnowdownThank you. Dream beneath warm blankets of joy this night…
Galeen atop Snowman’s Head, rolled out several days ago with warm markers in hand.

Deer Friends

Dear Friends,
Smatterings of white snow cling to the shadowy places outside my house. The air – fresh and cold – says, “Get ready – holidays on the way.” So here’s to peace this season and to ‘deer’ friends. 🙂
Christmas Dear.Thank you. May you have peaceful dreams…
Deer Friends, sketched last tuesday while on sub break.