Fullmoon Writing

I posted my first picture of the month to my website. Just a reminder, that if you want to see my daily picture project you'll need to go to my website. Thanks for following along.

For a moment, winter dozed off and spring danced under the blue sky. A promise as the new year stretched out and offered up a blank sheet of paper. New stories to write, new poems to uncover and bring into the world.

For now, the sunlight tilts through the bare branches, casting the daffodils (just now breaking the surface of a green sea) in shadow.

The fog followed the moon into the retreating night. Spring's first sunrise stretched, yawned, & stumbled from behind the clouds. Time to awaken the muse.

The world frozen into stillness, any noise we make seems to skitter away, leaving us enveloped in the pause that is winter.

The ice fades away for a moment. An exhalation before winter settles back in.

There are moments when you can feel the enormity of it. When the full force of it is embedded in the wind, pushing the ocean into a furious rage.

Wandering into the season of introversion. Time of quiet, seeking the light's return.

Fall is winding itself down. The air smells of winter, the brittle, slashing wind announces the time of long nights and short days. #