a lonely pine is standing
in the north where high winds blow.
He sleeps; and the whitest blanket
wraps him in ice and snow.
(part of the poem “A Lonely Pine is Standing” by Heinrich Heine)
(above: our own not-so lonely tree blanketed in white)
Blessings after a snow filled weekend…
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the crunch of boots in snow
sisters tumbling giggles into the snow
the first snowman of the season
an open house gone well
reading out of the World Literature book
L and her drawing pencils scattered across the table
M and Z, two sisters, out in the yard
Z’s pink snow pants
R’s giggle
ham sandwiches and potato chips for lunch
a messy room after a clean weekend
phone calls to Papa sick and asking for cookies
Dad shining Him at the Haiti table
camera clicking
R sliding like a penguin down the hill
Kira, my personal foot warmer
(kaye ann silver)
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