There is silence greater than waiting for chickadee-dee-dee in winter-ruined thickets Posted in response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt tune
As far as I can see is snow with just the darker gray of rock and, under the mountain fog, the dark of darker fir and pine. and near my window the willow the leafless vibrant brown of willow. A challenge to the Ragtag Community word of the day, iridescence. It is just not a … Continue reading The Nadir of Neutral
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
Winter’s six angles tell the simple of infinity— snowflake. Posted also in response to the Word of the Day Challenge https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/22/magnify/ magnify
Between marble sky and snow hissing over snow— wind-ragged magpie
The blizzard whines through willow, bends the whole thicket, but one last leaf fluttering loose
Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"
From high in the cottonwood still bare with winter one blackbird—Oak-n-leader! Grasp