Clouds shone as silver swords in the sunlight
Flat across the horizon this dawn,
That is-
Before that self same sun transformed those swords to pink ribbons, and bands of gold.
The greyness that has been our week,
The dampness that eked into our bones
Is gone.
Gone!
Gone, with the flash of swords laid down, and cameras loaded up,
Molly, Alanagh, and I heading out to that bling!
Merry Christmas dear friends, family, and my Township of Rideau Lake neighbours that I have met and those I hope to meet.
Ever,
Maggie
Queen Anne's Lace
In the thick of things
Ice at stream's edge
Like crystals fallen off the bough
Ice feathers
Alder
Iron stained rock and whit paper birch
Red squirrel