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Winter sings~

Can you hear it?

Sometimes

 cold and shadowy winter sings

in tones so low you'll  miss them

 if you don't put on mittens and scarf and squint into the setting sun.

Then the quiet aria becomes a duet,

then a quartet,

until soon

all nature raises its voice in harmony.

Do you hear it?

Do you join the chorus?

RD~

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Wanda said…
Ruth the picture and the words are so beautiful. Is it a photograph or painting.... How very lovely.
January 26, 2010 at 11:53 PM
Unknown said…
I want to join that chorus. Absolutely wonderful, Ruth!
January 27, 2010 at 9:29 AM
Carter said…
You're a wonderful poet, and your photo hurts my eyes. It's beautiful!
January 27, 2010 at 5:43 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh, yes. Peaceful. I needed that reminder today.

Thanks,

Barry
January 27, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Michelle said…
Beautiful poem and picture! You have amazing talent.

I am afraid my part of the choirs is the whinning part. "I'm cold", "I need a nose warmer", "I hate the cold", "Why does it have to get dark so early" etc.
January 28, 2010 at 4:16 PM
Pauline said…
A lovely conjunction of word and art - and yes, I sing along :)
January 30, 2010 at 7:52 PM
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