Safe In The Hand Of God

I sit suspended in a bubble,
Enveloped in ethereal sound.

Gradually, tiny colored dots of light arise
Swirling around me,
Emitting notes of melody and harmony.

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Old Man Winter

Old man winter had acquitted himself admirably this year. He jumped in early, dosing us with snow in October and sharing with us just about everything in his wheelhouse, save maybe freezing rain.

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Winter In The Park

Spring slumbers contentedly
‘Neath winter’s snowy garb.

On a nearby rooftop,
Blades of snow slide slowly to the edge,
Like a skier on a mountain,
Plopping icy, white bits into piles on the ground.

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Petey’s Ordinary Day

Gently the sun’s early morning rays peeked in the nursery window. Feeling the warmth on his face, Petey stretched sleepily and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up and saw the familiar figures of his mobile hanging above him. He spent some time wondering why they moved sometimes and not others.

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