Glaze Meadow

by | Feb 24, 2012 | Gratitude, Joy, Love

Maybe it was the midnight shadows on pure sheets or the snow etched by Picasso’s hand. Or it could have been the sprig of pine needles, ends all swirly script. Or was it those cattails, fuzzy and tall and proud? Or the geese with ice skates on their webbed feet,...

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