Frozen Waves

Snow drifts in blanketing waves
I’ve forgotten the colour of grass

We plow out paths, add salt
pretend it’s all manageable

Do not speak of risks
how slippery the route ahead

Soon, the thaw will come
temperatures rising, rain

We’ll slosh through the mud
disgruntled and weighed down

Projecting hope in the first sprouts
Spring bearing the promise of renewal.

(Linking up to my weekly challenge: waves. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

31 thoughts on “Frozen Waves”

      1. You are very welcome! I’ve fallen behind in my visitation rounds; so little time this school year. I think you are endlessly growing as an artist and writer. I am absolutely obsessed with some of your images. ❤

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      2. I love how you make art from your photos. For a minute, I think that would be so fun to try; then I remember my days are full to the max with the creative outlets I’m currently absorbed in… 🙂 I’ll just enjoy your creations instead. ❤

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  1. Yes that sloshing through mud phase .That will have me washing my horses legs every day to prevent mud fever and getting on my rubber boots to slosh through it. We’ve had a lot of snow this year so it is going to be messy. But there is light or spring at the end of the mud tunnel.

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