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Friday, January 23, 2009

A second helping dipping

"The branches were dipped in frosting this morn"



and the sun cast a fairyland spell;



Each fragile twig looked feathered and white
and beckoned a heart to swell.

A winter treasure - a sight to behold -


while silence augmented the scene;


I wanted to walk through an open gate
to find the artist, supreme.


No gate could I see, the artist unseen,

awe captured my soul;


The canvas would change, as nature intended,



but I'd witnessed her morning's goal.


(By Joan Adams Burchell)


If this poem sounds familiar it's because I used it last year with a different series of frost pictures that I took at our old house. You can see them here.

6 comments:

  1. Great shots, too! :-) I wish that stuff would stick around longer - it just seems like everything is so peacefully quiet when the tree frost is here.

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  2. Wow, those are good pictures. Here's hoping tomorrow the weather is in the 20's for you!

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  3. Beautiful! I'm in Anoka now, soooo looking forward to tomorrow!

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  4. Wow! Gorgeous shots! Really, those are absolutely stunning!
    I'm praying for good weather tomorrow for your party...looking forward to seeing you!!

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  5. mamabear,
    I followed photography, bears, and faith to your blog. It is delightful! I love your ice/snow pictures! I have some posted as well that I took in Colorado.
    Just got back from skiing for the second time in 25 years...it was amazing!
    Will come visiting again...your blog is a lovely place to visit!
    <>< connie

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