Storm’s Edge

Storm's Edge

The western edge of a storm clashes with sunset.

More than a thing of beauty. More like light magic.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2018 … Aimwell CreativeWorks

Snow Can Be So Pretty

Coated

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An eerie stillness permeates the air

And with the wind the trees doth creak and moan.

Their naked branches not so very bare;

As coat of ice doth shiver, shake and groan.

Ol’ Man of Winter hath his fury wrought

As Mother Nature weeps for what she’s lost.

The children of the Earth in tempest caught

Their innocence, as e’er, too high a cost.

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The calm after the storm a vacant shock

As minds and hearts and souls themselves adjust

To what is lost of nature’s precious stock

And come to terms with this we children must.

For precious life to all of us is given,

But none of us are guaranteed to heaven.

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I’ve started a new journal.

As I am inclined to do, I flipped through the pages of my last journal to see what I’d left behind and found this sonnet written during the great ice storm of Christmas week December 2013.

Written by candlelight, I imagine. I don’t remember. That week is such a blur. Surreal, I suppose.

I love trees and it distressed me to see them suffer under the volume of ice they bore. 

Now, two months later, the only ice left is under foot, and this is a hazard all its own.

Perhaps a month from now the view will be green instead of white. Judging by the mountains of snow and three inches of ice underneath it, spring could be a long way away … and messy.

Still, snow can be so pretty.

Winter

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell Creative Works

Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon(s)

I love looking to the horizon. I love to broaden my horizon.

Herewith my response to this week’s photo challenge.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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Shout Outs

Uncle Spike’s Adventures

Tish Farrell

Being Mrs Carmichael

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013