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  1. bob

    Fire and Ice

    Nature does not need instructions as to how or why recycling is beneficial to earth. It’s man with his uncertain wisdom, who needs to be made aware. Fire and Ice High above the frozen earth Their journey hence began. Tiny droplets of moisture; Tumble toward a darkened land. A chill overcomes them, Changing rain to crystal ice. Winds carry them higher Once, two times, even thrice. As crystals they gather, New shapes begin to form. With stems, branches and fronds Frosty white is now the norm. Flakes of varied shapes Cover earth with a blanket soft. Except in one location... Heat greets them from aloft. Christmas carolers by a campfire, Sing songs of praise on high. Voices reach to the heavens, Through fragments from the sky. Heat from flames arising… Meld with winter’s cold, Catches tiny bits and pieces… Not wanting to release its hold. Fire and ice do not mix; An exchange goes unopposed. Flame-alters frozen cells, Now as steam, they arose. Earth’s environment is efficient, With elements at beck and call. Using its marvel of recycling; A lesson to be learned by all. These precious wisps return, To heights where they began. Gathering once more as tear drops, To be released again and again. Yarnspinner copyright 2015
  2. Tinker

    Crystal Clear

    Crystal Clear Winter has frozen the smallest movement outside, cold creeps into the cabin and I wake to tend a dying fire, poking at coals, adding kindling. A small whiff of smoke puffs back at me and I can taste the acrid woody warmth. Hidden away from the clanking, honking, rush of our yesterday I breathe clean air washed with a hint of pine. The dawn catches no sound, not the trickle of water nor your absent snore and from my frosted window I see a crystal world of unsoiled prospects. --- Judi Van Gorder An old one posted a long time ago at the Connection I brought it here to archive.
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