Tag Archives: Andrew Wyeth

The Bones and the Blue

“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and future—the timelessness of the rocks and the hills—all the people who have existed there.  I prefer winter and fall when you feel the bone structure … Continue reading

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Musing

Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.

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Lullaby

Hear the bleached creaking, of chafed slats upon silence– Winter’s lullaby.

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Christina’s World

Through valid struggle, promise harboring burden– there’s no place like home.

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Winter, A Love Story

Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands  that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading

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