Winter Song
beautiful cold blanket
earth beneath resting
gently frosted as
breeze murmurrings
sweeten the air
with deep peace
softly comes
the dawn
kat ~ 7 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)
For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge.
Alice imagined the hush of new fallen snow as she gazed from the warmth of the parlor. She smiled. Winter was her favorite time of year.
Since receiving the news she had hoped to spend at least one more holiday with her beloved Henry.
Hints of cinnamon and sage wafted through the air and the sounds of clanking cooking utensils echoed from the kitchen. Henry was preparing a feast of roasted turkey, sweet butter-creamed potatoes, string beans and warm bread pudding with spiced rum sauce.
Alice rarely shared her kitchen with Henry. Cooking was her passion, but this was an annual tradition, and he loved it so.
“Dinner is served my darling girl,” Henry announced entering the dining room with a perfect gold-crusted bird steaming on a silver platter.
“Henry…”
His beaming delight dissolved to dread at the sound of her fading voice. The beautiful turkey and silver tray slipped from his grasp bouncing across the floor in a wet plopping, ear-shattering crash.
He rushed to Alice, catching her as she collapsed.
kat – 15 July 2016
(170 Words)
I am afraid I a a week behind on Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge, but this week’s challenge painting intrigued me. When I read that it was to be the second installment from the previous week, of course I needed to lay the foundation for my story. And so this entry is Part 1. You can other parts HERE.
Photograph and Digital Enhancement by Kat Myrman 2016
but for the soft coo-cooing
wooing
of mourning dove cry
nigh
the earth is hushed
crushed
under a blanket of snow
glow
magnolia tree towers
flowers
roots burrowed deep
sleep
until spring’s first kiss
bliss.
kat ~ 17 January 2016
An “Echo Verse” for Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. The following describes this poetry form:
Echo verse goes back centuries but it has a very modern feel about it. The concept is simple—after each line there is an echo, of the last syllable (or two), or a word that rhymes. In the instructions it doesn’t say what the poem has to be about, line length, or whether there has to be any other kind of rhyme pattern.
If you would like to read other Echo Verses or enter your own, click HERE.
It’s been a busy work week that started with what people on the East coast of the US called a snowpocalypse! So I’ll start with a photo log of my little car getting buried…
First hour…the morning begins… 
An hour later…
And another …
…and…24 hours later
But all in all, so beautiful! snow covered cedars and big shiny icicles!
And finally got dug out!
So to start a very busy work week! Off to work when it is dark, then back home equally dark. But the lights are so pretty! And the sights intriguing. I am grateful to be mobile and able to travel to work and back each day. Here are a few sights from my trip home each night…
All tucked in for another night! I hope you’ve had a lovely week!
~ kat – 28 January 2016
Thanks to my friend Jacqueline at a cooking pot and twisted tales for this fun little challenge. See her neighborhood sights and share a snippet from where you live HERE!
like mercury colliding... 