tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post622916815500093984..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: The Key to WinterLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-68012722273687666832009-02-08T12:48:00.000-08:002009-02-08T12:48:00.000-08:00Winter is icy blue. Winter is a tall, slim woman, ...Winter is icy blue. Winter is a tall, slim woman, sometimes wearing furs. Winter is a naked tree, a lone blackbird, a prime number. Winter is swirls of snowflakes. Winter is life buried below ground in the caverns, among the roots of trees. Waiting.Louise | Italyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00463696606000861953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-16977710626952683372009-02-03T08:37:00.000-08:002009-02-03T08:37:00.000-08:00She stood smiling waiting to turn the key. Only a ...She stood smiling waiting to turn the key. Only a few more moments and she would release it. She had waited all year for the return of winter. Longed for the opportunity to turn the key. Now she stood prepared to unleash it. The first snow of the winter.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11618153466067411835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-53920374515659108282009-02-03T00:29:00.000-08:002009-02-03T00:29:00.000-08:00A moment of stillness, You hold the key to all tha...A moment of stillness, <BR/>You hold the key to all that is, and will be,<BR/>Waiting,<BR/>Looking at me,<BR/>Knowing that this moment<BR/>Remains still,<BR/>With promise <BR/>Of Spring.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-43345170524834119212009-02-02T19:53:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:53:00.000-08:00I feel a chill run through meas I sense that I am ...I feel a chill run through me<BR/>as I sense that I am completely alone.<BR/>Then I look into your creation,<BR/>it mirrors my soul,<BR/>it resonates within,<BR/>Suddenly I am warmFrancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04338243819767639860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-26312204008478959832009-02-02T19:01:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:01:00.000-08:00circled in bluesafe, wildreflections of meI see in...circled in blue<BR/>safe, wild<BR/>reflections of me<BR/>I see in youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-49122809323265555282009-02-02T17:27:00.000-08:002009-02-02T17:27:00.000-08:00Thank you, TesoriTrovati...but I absolutely LOVE y...Thank you, TesoriTrovati...but I absolutely LOVE yours! Really I do :o).Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-22384480402048391602009-02-02T16:24:00.000-08:002009-02-02T16:24:00.000-08:00I am free as a bird to explore my roots.I am in co...I am free as a bird to explore my roots.<BR/>I am in control of what I choose to adopt as my legacy.<BR/><BR/>My roots are deep, and strong and will support me wherever I want to fly.<BR/><BR/>Because I believe it's so. So it is.Susan Elliotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18094024834053351944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-64011550391036796052009-02-02T14:22:00.000-08:002009-02-02T14:22:00.000-08:00Our key to growth remains rooted in the earth. Lov...Our key to growth remains rooted in the earth. Love forms underground as the winter winds blow our thoughts to the universe. My shadow casts a mystery unfolding.katiladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06433332126782219900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-75751564090625336112009-02-02T13:46:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:46:00.000-08:00Laura Jayne- I am so glad that you and Leah found ...Laura Jayne- I am so glad that you and Leah found each other! Both of you are favorites in my eyes...<BR/><BR/>I love Simply Heather's poem. Awesome!<BR/><BR/>Here is my attempt:<BR/><BR/>She Holds the Key to Winter<BR/><BR/>The barren branches dance with the opal moon<BR/>caressing her <BR/>in a slowly choreographed <BR/>stationary<BR/>pas de deux<BR/>arms of a scratchy lover <BR/>reaching round her middle<BR/>beckoning Luna close<BR/>to bask in her deep luminescent<BR/>afterglow<BR/><BR/>You hold the key, they say<BR/>What is there to unlock? Luna asks <BR/>with the hint of a smile.<BR/>The trees in solitary confinement<BR/>whisper through their branches<BR/>Set us free<BR/>Open our buds to the steel blue sky<BR/>We lie in wait<BR/>dormant<BR/>for the day you release us<BR/>from your frosty gaze,<BR/>your distant touch<BR/>Waiting for the day when<BR/>our roots thread the dirt<BR/>grasping all the earth has to offer<BR/>erupting in a crown of emeralds<BR/>to tickle the <BR/>clouds and <BR/>hide the birds<BR/>seeking sanctuary<BR/><BR/>She moves away from their driftwood fingers<BR/>Feeling abandoned by the strong arms of <BR/>Her silent sentries<BR/>You don’t know me then, she says<BR/>You don’t know what power I have<BR/>I leave you to wait in <BR/>silent stillness<BR/>while you wonder why my<BR/>golden brother<BR/>has abandoned you <BR/>and when he<BR/>will return.<BR/><BR/>She moves away<BR/>Their arms chase along the ground<BR/>grasping for her <BR/>longing to touch her once again<BR/>holding on to nothing but <BR/>bittersweet dreams of<BR/>spring<BR/><BR/><BR/>Enjoy the day!<BR/>ErinTesoriTrovatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12771359288546654791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-73018010685442755202009-02-02T13:40:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:40:00.000-08:00The lotus blossomed at her feet, and flowers surro...The lotus blossomed at her feet, and flowers surrounded her. Thistle, daisy, chrysanthemum. Tree branches stretched out their arms to envelope her, but she remained just out of their reach, pristine, cool, and dignified. Frozen sunlight danced through the morning air, splintering into prisms as she glided across the earth. A shadow-bird ruffled his feathers nearby, keeping watch over her shoulder. A woodland thrush chirrupped his perky greeting as he nestled in the loose leaves and twigs at her feet. <BR/><BR/>She was a striking image in the frozen landscape, bundled in her blue velvet bodice, warm beneath her long heavy wool skirt. Subdued, but festive, the blue-green accents on her charcoal skirt gave her a lively air, though her quiet respect for the land around her permeated her every step. <BR/><BR/>She breathed deeply of the morning air, letting its freshness fill the corners of her lungs. She exhaled, watching as the fog created by the warmth of her breath shone in the morning sun.<BR/><BR/>“The key to winter,” she had said to her husband, as she walked out the door, “is enjoying it while it is here.” She savored these days of brightness, of fresh snow and pastel twilight. She knew winter was a rare gift of sapphire, of frozen heat, and unacknowledged life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-22393314182961098502009-02-02T13:12:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:12:00.000-08:00A silent hush settles on the airStillness exhales ...A silent hush settles on the air<BR/>Stillness exhales a wave of peace<BR/>Winter quiet fills the earth and sky<BR/><BR/>Shades of blue and gray reflect<BR/>Upon the brilliant snow-laden land<BR/>Roots lie resting within the frozen soil<BR/><BR/>When winter dark and cold seem endless<BR/>Remember, even a birds journey to summer<BR/>Holds space for rest and renewalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-9641907722326581452009-02-02T10:25:00.000-08:002009-02-02T10:25:00.000-08:00Thank you so much, Laura! I'm so pleased with this...Thank you so much, Laura! I'm so pleased with this sharing between our blogs. Thank you for sharing my art here! What a treat! <BR/><BR/>I absolutely love the writing. So much inspiration. Words that could inspire art and art that could inspire words. It's a beautiful thing!!Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17381213681911598073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-20296848899484100022009-02-02T08:35:00.000-08:002009-02-02T08:35:00.000-08:00We are so very priviledged here at PP&P to sha...We are so very priviledged here at PP&P to share and exchange such beauty with Leah. I was thrilled when she emailed me with this request to be a part of her wonderful site. <BR/><BR/>Already such incredible writing here. <BR/><BR/>My heart is full of joy this morning.Laura Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-67965701171886227302009-02-02T07:53:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:53:00.000-08:00Anesidora's heart was full of a fire and passion t...Anesidora's heart was full of a fire and passion the world would never know. For her father was Stone and her mother was Ice and her genes predetermined the sunken face in her mirror. Her hair was white, her lips a deep lapis and her stare could freeze your blood. It was rumored that an unfortunate courtier had once brushed her flesh in passing and his heart stopped mid-beat.<BR/><BR/>Ane's days were lonely and long. No one had heard the alabaster princess speak in over a decade and so the villagers began whispering of a mute beauty who lived in a castle of ice...<BR/><BR/>If only the people could hear her singing behind those walls. Were they truly composed of snow and crystal, the walls would melt. Her voice was her fire, her words were of Spring and Anesidora was the key to the lush green fields and plentiful flora of the land.<BR/><BR/>The only price was her solitude. The only oath was her secrecy... so...<BR/><BR/>shhh...<BR/>tell no one.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03328691580785521951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-83560101892857479252009-02-02T07:19:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:19:00.000-08:00Sharp, chilled formssurround a beautywho looks bol...Sharp, chilled forms<BR/>surround a beauty<BR/>who looks boldly out<BR/>as she breaks the cold.septembermomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01570525910483384484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-19088180098819872042009-02-02T07:17:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:17:00.000-08:00@ Dan...welcome back to the e-world! ;) I love y...@ Dan...welcome back to the e-world! ;) I love your description of the photo. Very nice!~ Denise ~https://www.blogger.com/profile/09206852795849193748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-74978641475600977302009-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:00Truly beautiful art Leah. This is a very appropri...Truly beautiful art Leah. This is a very appropriate picture for me to see this morning. I have been living winter for the last week. After a major ice storm with no electric or internet I am very glad to be back!<BR/><BR/>The artwork to me reflects the blues whites and grays of winter and the fairyland feeling of the beauties of a cold crisp winter's day after a pristine snowfall yet undisturbed by a human presence. <BR/><BR/>DanDan Felsteadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04917775645881312007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-20809273459639979892009-02-02T06:57:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:57:00.000-08:00Designing my life.Warming intentions gone cold and...Designing my life.<BR/>Warming intentions gone cold and buried.Shaylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235571582758248746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-88901317620046938662009-02-02T06:31:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:31:00.000-08:00The key to winter is to accept her glacial beauty ...The key to winter is to accept her glacial beauty for what it is ..the still time. It is okay to be still... for a time.<BR/><BR/>(Thanks for honoring the lovely Leah's work on your great site ! This is my first visit.I learned of you from her blog. I will be back!)Kim Mailhothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849980369873306402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-75898359761054832292009-02-02T06:27:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:27:00.000-08:00Beautiful wintery artwork! I love it!Beautiful wintery artwork! I love it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-24482122554709597712009-02-02T06:17:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:17:00.000-08:00I really like this artwork. I'll have to mosey ove...I really like this artwork. I'll have to mosey over and see some more.<BR/><BR/>Please dear lady, unlock the door.<BR/>We've waited so long, need Spring to explore.<BR/>White ground, grey skies, icy hills; we're through.<BR/>Please turn it, dear lady, we're in need of some new.<BR/><BR/>The key that you hold will turn with a twist.<BR/>Please do so dear lady, do motion your wrist.<BR/>What thoughts do you think, as you wait on the hours?<BR/>Dear lady please tell us, it is time for the flowers.<BR/><BR/>A bit pitiful am I, as I bother you so. <BR/>Dear lady, dig deep; find compassion to grow.<BR/>It is not just I, who pleads such a case.<BR/>Dear lady, for many are in need of some grace.<BR/><BR/>Please, dear lady, unlock the door.<BR/>We've waited so long, need Spring to explore.<BR/>White ground, grey skies, icy hills; we're through.<BR/>Please turn it, dear lady, we're in need of some new.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>~ I suppose it sounds more like the key to Spring, huh? Well either way...it is what it is ;o).Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-76348096895565065962009-02-02T06:15:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:15:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-14409307071513918472009-02-02T05:10:00.000-08:002009-02-02T05:10:00.000-08:00Five people, three paths to follow, one right answ...Five people, three paths to follow, one right answer. Who holds the key to their happiness? <BR/><BR/>Be careful because the wrong answers lead to nothing but...eternal cloudiness.New Yorker wannabeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00255233215434967348noreply@blogger.com