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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