Of Snow and Ice

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The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.

  ~Terri Guillemets

Winter's paradox is a dazzling dame in chiffon so white

with supple lips of silence and sparkling yet peircing eyes.

Her graceful beauty is a fascination for all who long to see

yet when the cold winds blow she is as harsh as she can be.

Her hair flows like a flurry her skin soft like sheets of snow.

She has a polished elegance that we all wish we could know.

Her graceful beauty is a fascination for all who long to see

yet when the cold winds blow she is as harsh as she can be.

She glides like dancing snowflakes and has tenure where she lay.

Her awe becomes beguiling when we hope that she might stay,

for her graceful beauty is a fascination for all who long to see

yet when the cold winds blow she is as harsh as she can be.

The Great Passing of The Torch

Magpie #49

"And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read."  ~Alice Walker 

They were the pillars that held it all together

from full plate to empty nest

they carried us through

in ice or fire's storm

and great depression's wake

holding a hidden strength

that needed no

light to grow

they the true

steel magnolias

never expected

a return for

their favor

for the

legacy of

a grandmother's

wisdom

cannot be

returned

only

swiftly

passed

down

to

the

grand

mothers

our

daughters

will

someday

be.

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....and to kill 3 birds with 1 stone...I am also sharing with lovely Emily

at Imperfect Prose