hills alive in morning
painted with grains of sand
dipped in winter light
pure diamonds, sparkle,
on every filament, fiber,
on every blade of grass
facets of 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
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
September 17, 2013
painted
with grains of sand – v6
Edited
December 10, 2012
painted with grains of sand – v3
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
at
43.213132,-71.285279
going
to the Deerfield Community School
November
19, 2012
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