A gift of Poetry and Photo's from my home to yours! Peace, Love and Light, Linda
ICE DANCERS
Fluid grace…
Beauty in motion…
Gliding and turning across an icy stage
Two bodies move as one,
Etching love letters on a crystal page.
© 1983 LMRN
Winter Scene - South Deerfield, MA
WINTER OF THE SOUL
After the plow has turned the fields under,
The harvest of the heart yielding all it will,
They must lie fallow for a bit.
In the cold, dark winter of the soul
The spirit heals and is renewed.
Until the first dawn of Spring '
When seeds of joy and peace and love
Bloom under a gentle hand.
© 12-01 LMRN York, Maine
Prayer flags in our yard
WINTER PASTURE
Harvest gold flora crunches
Beneath our boots
As we climb the rolling hills
That lead us to Dusk.
Like a great Victorian lady,
Sky wears a lace collar at her throat.
The intricate designs are held fast
By well-rooted birch and maple.
Atop the knoll we look
Down on a Robert Frost scene...
Farm houses punctuating the
Well-worked land.
Horses curiously watching
Our meanderings, perhaps wonder
Why we feel the need to work
So hard at “being”.
Amidst a snow ring,
The moon rises above us
While harvest gold flora crunches
Beneath our boots.
We "take the road less traveled"…
Crows and jays calling us back
To the warmth of friendship
Waiting at the kitchen table.
© 12/01 LMRN
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ICE DANCERS
Fluid grace…
Beauty in motion…
Gliding and turning across an icy stage
Two bodies move as one,
Etching love letters on a crystal page.
© 1983 LMRN
Winter Scene - South Deerfield, MA
WINTER OF THE SOUL
After the plow has turned the fields under,
The harvest of the heart yielding all it will,
They must lie fallow for a bit.
In the cold, dark winter of the soul
The spirit heals and is renewed.
Until the first dawn of Spring '
When seeds of joy and peace and love
Bloom under a gentle hand.
© 12-01 LMRN York, Maine
Prayer flags in our yard
WINTER PASTURE
Harvest gold flora crunches
Beneath our boots
As we climb the rolling hills
That lead us to Dusk.
Like a great Victorian lady,
Sky wears a lace collar at her throat.
The intricate designs are held fast
By well-rooted birch and maple.
Atop the knoll we look
Down on a Robert Frost scene...
Farm houses punctuating the
Well-worked land.
Horses curiously watching
Our meanderings, perhaps wonder
Why we feel the need to work
So hard at “being”.
Amidst a snow ring,
The moon rises above us
While harvest gold flora crunches
Beneath our boots.
We "take the road less traveled"…
Crows and jays calling us back
To the warmth of friendship
Waiting at the kitchen table.
© 12/01 LMRN
The contents of this blog are copy written. The conditions of use are: Users may print or download excerpts of reasonable quantity for personal, non-commercial use. No re-distribution or publication in any manner is permitted without the express consent of copyright holder. For further information and/or permission, please contact author at llascell@educ.umass.edu. Thank you!
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Comments
Enjoy the season!
I could see the Ice Dancers dancing and melitng into each other. The icy chill warmed my heart. ;D
Very nice work.
May you continue to be blessed with the written word and let love light your way home.
Happy New Year my friend.