Now that I’m alone I feel the aching start Upon my frozen throne The sorrow grows in my heart Phantoms place the palace floors Asking, shouting, demanding The only person left standing Answers I don’t have the questions for Crack’s alongside the foundation Crumbling before my eyes Cold stone once strong in its formation Shatters to dust from the skies Snowflakes mock me at their slowed pace I rule over this lonesome place...

Snow danced and swirled, driven across the lake by brisk winds. Jenn looked out her cabin’s window and sighed. She put more wood on the fire. The cabin was small enough that a wood stove was sufficient for heat. Sitting at a table by the window, Jenn leafed through her sketchbook. It was filled with drawings of snowflakes. Jenn had not yet figured out what she was trying to capture in these drawings. She just kept observi...

                You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment.   Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Ch...

Well, I wrote the followin’ song for my cousin as a Christmas gift. She got kinda mad at me when I told her instead a payin’ the cemetery folk to put blankets on her mom and daddy’s grave to make ‘em easier to find in the snow, we could just drive big sticks into the ground. She’s gonna be buried with them, and she worried ‘bout how I might tend her grave if she went first. So I wrote this little song ta comfort her while...

Snow Dust Snowflakes falling all aroundChanges to snow upon the ground.When the wind blows (as it must)It carries aloft bits of snow dust. Snow Bunnies Snow swirls; the wind makes a snow dune.Snow dust dances to a wintery tune.Like dust bunnies underneath your bed,Snow bunnies rise and begin to sled.Wisps and swirls, snow bunnies ariseAnd follow the wind until it subsides.They lie down then and begin to sleepUntil another...

 Breaking news,   breaking newsThe bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow coming back to OZ.Blowing in from up north.Run don't walk.Bread, milk in short supply.Mothers grumble.Children giddy..The bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow on the way.Two feet fluffy white.Snow plows at ready.The bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow staying north.Mothers smile.Children gru...

White Mother   Great Winter You come during the nightYour white blanket the darkListen to you laugh as you blowInches drift to feetWork your frigid gameLaugh at the puny onesAs you drop another footBrace you, foolish humansDrink your coffee or teaPray at the altar of StarbucksFools AllAs White Mother gifts you all.   

Dead trees over encumbered with snow surrounded the frozen lake. He loomed over her. His black cellular robes covered his face as if he didn't have one.She stared blankly into his gaping hole."Accompany me" he hissed as he extended a claw.Lifting her hand to his, she walked alongside him. Her first step on the ice, she could swear she could almost feel a chill creep up her spine.Before she could dwell on this, he grasped...

The wind gave a piercing howl, rattling the windows of Professor Jack Lange’s apartment. Jack lowered his book at the sound and stared out at the blowing snow."Wow, what a storm!" announced the disc jockey on the radio as if he, too, had heard it, "If you don't gotta go out, don't go."Jack turned off the radio. The storm had given him a rare day to himself, so he wasn’t especially unhappy about the weather. The campus was...

Wanderer's blood coursed through my ancestors' veins, Boiling under wind-stretched sails off Africa’s coast, Thousands of miles from their European homes. Their blood stirred at the vast mysteries before them, Legends and rumors of the dark continent, devourer of men, Pulsating through their thoughts As they stepped onto the red soil for the first time. Their wanderlust stirs and boils within my blood too. Echoes of the d...

December 22, 2015 Ricky breathes deeply as he walks through the park. The air, sweetened by the scent of pine and cooled by the fallen snow, refreshes his lungs and spirit. It’s barely evening, yet it’s already dark out, the sun having slipped below the horizon. The snow on the ground is new and untrodden. It casts a luminous blanket all around, as if flying above the clouds at night. He and Crystal are all alone in the p...

Anticipation is high for the first snow of the yearTrips to the store, for bread, milk and moreEveryone feeling a bit anxious, maybe a bit of fearChecking my supply of batteries, the seals around doorsWeather forecasters in their own heavenly blissStaying up around the clock, inches first, then feetMy hubby and I get ready for bed and share a night kissWith that much snow, we need our sleep, no goodnight treatSurprised to...

As soon as dinner ended, I excused myself quickly. I needed to be alone or with Aqua. The pestering feeling deepened and I felt guilty, though I had no clue why. I did something wrong, something felt horribly wrong. I made it safely to the stables. The rain stopped, but fog heavily shrouded the area surrounding the manor. I contemplated taking Aqua and riding out under the cover of night and fog. I wanted to get as far aw...

The snow fell and drifted covering everythingLayers of a glistening milky white delightWatching nature's winter wonderland of snowSitting quietly in awe of its unimaginable beauty With you by my side as we snuggled up tightThe beauty outside could not compare with youI held your hand and let the warmth sooth meI ran two fingers across your angelic face The feel of your skin on mine was intoxicatingMy heart beats heavy fil...

1 Rain pouring from the sky washes away my sins and my fears. It brings a peace I have not felt for so long, lost in time and yet never forgotten. 2 Dark skies without the sun in sight, how so many feel so depressed and tired. But I stand strong through it all as this is only the dark before the morning. 3 A gift we take for granted shining every day illuminating the earth and bringing warmth. How easily we forget our own...