a short peom about winter and how lovely it can be with the good things about it
The ever-changing face of Mother Nature never ceases to amaze and delight me.. It calls to the artist within my soul, and tells me to take time to just stop, to pause, to rest a while, and appreciate the beauty of our Earth through all of her Seasons..
Ever have that moment where dark thoughts overcome a beautiful day? Beauty and danger come hand in had in this poem...
Winter takes away summer's beauty and the once green fields glisten with sharp frost. Winter's withered face watches green turn to white, flowers fall, trees are bare.
I thought I would convey in this short story what the seasons of the year mean to me. I tried making it fantasy like, colorful, intriguing, and something to read that would make you feel like falling in love with.
Sunday morning is more than just another winter day over the beautiful woodlands of Maine.
Emphasizes the instinct of the wolf; gives visual imagery of surroundings, as well.
Now us Brits can be a funny lot, but when Spring has sprung and birds are all a-tweeting..we like nothing more than going for a ramble..unless it's minus 5 outside..! A tongue in cheek rant by Songbird B..
It is the time of March thaw in Maine, though the ground is still barren, drab, and frozen. The sea and sky let us view wondrous color, and our hopes of spring.
While most of the world experiences only four seasons annually, we here in the Northland encounter a strange phenomenon every year at this time: a fifth season, caught on the boundary between winter and spring. We in the Northland affectionately call it "Mud Season," as the following ...
Here in Maine we have stopped counting snowstorms. Even so, the beauty of a windy March morning is not lost on the longings for spring.
My aunt, bless her soul, was trying to reason with an eight year old, when reasoning didn't work, she asked me if I could think logical about what it was I wanted to do....logical? what was that!!
Every year in the month of January 16 to 18 the epic bonfire festival was celebrated thousands of people at Focara of Novoli of south-east Italy
Let's take a retreat from the ever-growing snowdrifts and the long cold Maine winter. As February ends and March begins, let our thoughts turn to spring.
On February 9, 2013, Winter Storm Nemo (also known as the "Northeast Blizzard of '13") struck the New England states of the United States. My home was in the direct path of the storm. Journey with me now into a poetic and photographic look inside this "Heart of Ice."
A poem about loss and the beauty of the connection between a mother and her child.
After spending much of the winter indoors, my wife and I enjoy a Valentine's Day dance.
The Blizzard of 2013 is one we will long remember in Maine. During the storm I took pictures and wrote a poem so that I might share the making of Maine's history with all my Wikinut friends.
Ice lodge is located near suburbs of Quebec ice inn Quebec city of Canada, made up tones of snow and ice. The rooms for people were extended to 44 from 36 last year and hotel is open for tourists up to 24th march
After a snow storm there is always a unique stillness and beauty...
A short poem about the wish for winter to leave and the hope that summer will be here soon.
An Iambic tetrameter poem. A half-surreal approach to entities of the past that wander in air, above Thule - the ancients land's end. Thule: The geographical region believed by ancient geographers to be the northernmost land in the inhabited world. A town of Greenland founded by Pyth...
Even when it is cold and snowy there is still so much beauty to be seen ..as I do in my willow tree...Join me now ..
Each season brings forth its blessings, ones that we can enjoy no matter what. Always though we need to be aware of how we take care of God's gift sto us of land and nature and sky...never poisoning them, always nurturing these treasures gifted to us.
It is winter. Perhaps winter weather may keep you logged in your house. You may not be able to involve in outdoor activities. But occasionally we can see birds flying here and there in search of food. They may be the last batch of migrating birds going towards the south for their wint...