Tag Archive: winter

Chilled

A frosty sheath rests on heavy laden arms that wait for Sun’s warm kiss. When blue above boasts a clear crisp dawn beckoning a lightness of heart, Booted feet will dance and the… Continue reading

Evolve

So I thought I’d take a walk this morning. I love walking ,as you know, and though the weather was not ideal, I longed to be moving outside. But today, careful footing was… Continue reading

Unfrosted trickle

Its frosty breath makes staying indoors a lot more fun. I can write here not worrying about frozen fingers. Story unfolds as slow as the ground is covered white.   Paula Antonello Moore,… Continue reading

Standstill Day 7: Delighted

Trickling sparkle of feathery flakes a downy frost of motion. A chocolate break in this stiffness of still delightful thought ignited. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, February 16, 2017. Image: Chocolate mug… Continue reading

Icy Feat, Sad

The icy sheet lies beckoning adventure bold blade meets glassy frost The icy sheet hurt without warning, fall crashes pain bursts like a bomb The icy sheet lies stretched out shiny cold, these… Continue reading

Perfection

In the chill of winter when frost covers everything a cup of hot cocoa and some quiet can be… P e r f e c t i o n.   Paula Antonello Moore,… Continue reading

A Frost that Glows

In cold and white My soul drifts In light of frost I try to find my way The bitter chill Contains it all Wrapped-in, tight Yet, shielded from my eyes I can’t make… Continue reading

Marshmallow Magic

Every year, what I look forward to more than presents, turkey dinners or shoveling snow during the holiday season is the playing of Christmas music. Without fail, a new Christmas song pops up… Continue reading

Shoveling Snow: Akin to…

Shoveling snow can be quite the experience. Its akin to so many things depending on the particular circumstances. On a bright crisp day, shoveling can be an exciting adventure. Sparkling flakes dazzle the… Continue reading

It Covers All

It lies Beneath the snow It’s not the ground I speak of though Its schedules that Move on so slow And pile up When head Hung low Its aching heart That wants to… Continue reading