untangling the web

poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights

Friday, Midmorning

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Stop, stand still!

Do you feel the hush

enveloping the woods?

Do you sense bare branches

waiting patiently for the

first flakes to caress

their outstretched arms?

Smell the cool freshness,

hear the crinkling as

flakes hit the hood of

your coat, and watch the

path slowly disappearing

as you and your dog head home.

 

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Author: BHW

I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.

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