Tuesday, April 16


  1. And everything in time and under heaven
    Finally falls asleep
    Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
    Shivers underneath
    And still I notice you
    When branches crack
    And in my breath on frosted glass
    Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
    You are winter

  2. Asleep beneath the frigid cover
    Lies the fertile lover
    Waiting for regeneration
    Eager with anticipation
    And wanting to extoll
    The hidden beauties of the soul

  3. I believe different souls have different opinions about when to sleep and when to blossom. I have a tendency to find creative beauty in winter, and strive to hibernate in the sweltering heat of summer. But, I must admit, my favorite season is Autumn.

  4. Oooh, Amber, I forgot that you know Nichole.

    My favorite season is Autumn…but then Winter.

    Relax in winter, knowing that in order for trees to blossom and bear fruit, the resting stillness of dormancy is a necessary part of growth.
    – Unknown