The Art of Winter

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-Photo by Mary Bach

There is a beauty in
negative spaces,
in winter,
in life drawing down
to a
point
 
the stark dark and light
of trees and snow,
of moon and night
of hunger and time,
thickening, lengthening, slowing
blown by winds
drifting at our door
beautiful and dangerous
call to us
 
winter draws us down
to the bone

 

This is 55+ for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we are asked to write 55 words on the topic of our choosing, and if we would like to deal with some pairing of two things.  Click on the link and check it out.

November

by Mary Bach

by Mary Bach

As I walk the ridge top
watching for rain
I wonder

what the tulips dream
tucked safe in their beds
for the long night of winter

what the wind sings
that inspires the leaves
to dance across along the fields

These things
I wonder
watching for rain
as I walk the ridge top

Unincorporated

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Living in the middle of nowhere
one has more cows than people
for neighbors

A church, a bar
and a few scattered houses –
in Wisconsin that’s all you need
to make a town

That, and the folks that fill them.
Though, they fill the bar more than the church,
if truth be told