There's a new wind in town.

Go down the drain
I'm done with you


Winter make way
Spring's coming through


There's nothing left
For you to do


I'm done with cold
And feelin' blue


Out with the old
In with the new


Down the drain, snow
Go away, shoo!

Goin' on a walkabout!

    
     Hmmm... unusual tracks in the snow today.
     I found a long wavy line with the occasional dip on the sides.


     My first thought was someone dragging a stick, but where are the accompanying footprints?


      Wondering what it could be, I followed it for a while.

The tracks led me to a crow squaredance pattern at the base of a nearby tree.

Must have done a little happy dance at finding something to eat underneath the snow!

Crow photo from: http://gardenpath.wordpress.com/2011/02/26/crows-in-the-snow/

Love's Price

              Love's Price

              Right from the start,

                 You stole my heart.

              Your crooked grin,

                 Made my heart spin.

              Went for a ride,

                 On the wild side.

              Before too long,

                 Our love went wrong.

              And now I see,

                 You lied to me.

              You broke my heart,

                 Tore it apart.

              I rolled the dice,

                 And paid love's price.

              Sad to behold,

                 A heart gone cold.

Timeless Grace

Timeless Grace

You look weathered and worn,

Alone and forlorn,

Aloof, and lost in place.

This winter’s been cold,

It’s made you look old;

Deep furrows line your face.

I stop in my tracks,

Fingers tracing the cracks,

Feel the years, the timeless grace.

Your arms are quite long,

And surprisingly strong;

I’m crushed in your embrace.

I fall under your spell,

With the stories you tell,

About an older time and place.

Always be here,

‘Cause to me it’s quite clear,

You’re something we can’t replace.

By Rosemary Danielis

Beauty where you least expect it.

The Great Corrosion Reef


Cresting waves of side-swept snow,
Create a mountain range born low.


Weathered by the salt and sun,
An icy reef of lace, finespun.


Steppes of darkness twist to shape,
A gothic, dusty, snow landscape.


No ocean creatures swim nearby,
It's a lack of life you signify.


Beautiful beyond belief,
Behold the Great Corrosion Reef.