A Walk in Winter by Maria KellySnow covers the footpath where pebbles and small wildflowersonce flourished in abundanceand graced us with their loveliness.The trees with branches bare, like bones,where icicles hanging thicklyare dripping in what little warmththe stingy sun begrudgingly bestows.We walk together - without gloves, holding frozen hands, chapped lips expelling frosty mists,and we don't even notice the cold.
Maria,Once again, you amaze me with your words!Have you thought about becoming a regular contributor to Soft Whispers? If not, you should! :)Jim
I am definitely thinking about it. I enjoy reading the wonderful works of the authors on here. Great stuff!
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