Nature
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets— Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover’s words. Photo by…
The Language of Flowers
Teach thee their language! sweet, I know no tongue. No mystic art those gentle things declare, I ne’er could trace the schoolman’s trick among Created things, so delicate and rare: Their language? Prythee! why they are…
ukkaruti
ukkaruti The ice that has broken off due to uukkaqtuq and is now free floating. (Spalding, A. 1998. Inuktitut: A Multi-dialect Outline Dictionary. Nunavut Arctic College, Iqaluit) calved from its mother, water-sculpted ice nomad, melting into…
Winter Branches
by Margaret Widdemer When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky; They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind, The…
Blue Winter
by Robert Francis Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice — Both different…
icicles
race the morning sun, my camera clicks to freeze metamorphosis Haiga (haiku and photo) by Diana Thornton