18 December 2016

Winter Solstice

“I prefer winter . . . when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -
the loneliness of it . . . .  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”   
Andrew Wyeth


Hush time, time to draw a breath . . .


A time to watch white flakes falling, whispers of wind slipping
between pine branches . . .



A time for firelight, memories and hope
for the days ahead . . .

 

Small stitches, humble shreds of fabric
weaving thoughts and sighs,
a rosary of regrets. 



3 comments:

Marianne Thorvaldsen said...

meandering across the fabric of life, the texture of our days....these stitches of time....moments to enjoy.....

Caterina Giglio said...

just splendid, all of it ... texture, light and words.. perfect

Kelly M. said...

Thank you! And Happy New Year to you!