"Moving water underneath the ice is pushing the sheets to the surface, shattering them into mesmerizing patterns, visible along South Haven’s pier."
Let us patient feel about (For, try as may, we cannot rout) The season that is going out
Snow comes down like paper angels from above that kiss my cheeks and land like little airplanes in my hair...
"Did I mention that I’m over you?"
"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?..."
A celebration of winter
LOL birdseye view of the camera woman
"I am gathering words. For the winter days are Long and many And we’ll run out of things to say.’"
"Yes, your fiddle fig can make it through the polar vortex."
"These are perfect days that completely satisfy and tell me again and again to accept the seasons and moments of my life, unfolding as they will."