One Good Thing: Cross Country Ski

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Cross Country Ski

Gliding through sunlit forest
Snow creaks, skis sing
Glittering veils blow from branches
Turning gossamer in winter's light

A River of Stones

8 comments:

EMMJanuary 12, 2011 at 5:38 PM
Only just arrived here at your blog - beautiful! magical!
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EMMJanuary 12, 2011 at 5:39 PM
only just arrived here at your blog - it's beautiful - quite magical!
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LindaJanuary 12, 2011 at 7:52 PM
Beautiful photo to accompany your poem. I like the image of a veil.
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AmyJanuary 13, 2011 at 12:25 PM
Wow! Barb, that's an *amazing* photograph, and beautiful words to go with it.
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AnonymousJanuary 13, 2011 at 2:33 PM
That is the trail I like so well. Isn't the snow beautiful in the air, like that?
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AnonymousJanuary 13, 2011 at 10:07 PM
What a delicious shot!
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Johnny NutcaseJanuary 14, 2011 at 10:31 AM
What an intriguing photo! I love it!
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poppy.f.seedJanuary 18, 2011 at 7:17 PM
I love this photo, and the world you are sharing with your snowy poem-notes!
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