Monday, December 10, 2012

painted with grains of sand – v3



the hills alive in the morning
painted with grains of sand
dipped in winter light
pure sparkle, diamonds
on every filament, fiber,
on every blade of grass

facets of the ice crystals
twinkling as I drive beside them
holding God’s light, as a prism,
sparks of living color, glinting
fingers of Jack’s paint strokes
dipped, cast, in frozen white

the hills alive in the sunlight
shimmering, the fields afire
morning just begun, waking
filaments of sparkle
painted before the sun


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Edited December 10, 2012
Edited December 10, 2012
November 20, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
going to the Deerfield Community School
November 19, 2012



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