Ten inches into Christmas Snow by Currier and Ives, and eight minutes from the geriatric acrobatics of fashioning a snow angel whose face had the texture of an Irish knit cap.
The night sky is as white as my wings.
Last Edit: Mar 23, 2008 10:09:46 GMT -5 by mfwilkie
Post by Vasile Baghiu on Dec 15, 2007 5:20:43 GMT -5
Different things, mixed together in a short poem, all give the reader a meaning. I like it, Maggie! Vasile
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all. T.S. Eliot
Post by Sherry Thrasher on Dec 15, 2007 11:19:15 GMT -5
Perfect, Maggie. Sounds like a wonderful childlike experience. I'd love to see snow this year.
Sherry
“What keeps our faith cheerful is the extreme persistence of gentleness and humor. Gentleness is everywhere in daily life, a sign that faith rules through ordinary things: through cooking and small talk… storytelling and making love…through corn and flowers…music and books… raising kids- All the places where the gravy soaks in and grace shines through.”