Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Winter's Rain



A single thin silver cloud skidded effortlessly across the late winter sky pushed by a cold bone-chilling wind. The puff of moisture threw a scattering of shiny sequins across my lonely empty deck as if in a Mardi Gras parade.   Within seconds this float of airy moisture drifted beyond sight and barely waved adieu, replaced by the twinkle of the sun's slow smile to dry the silver coins that had been left behind.

14 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Oh my, you such a way with words.
So gifted you are...

Brian Miller said...

smiles...the shiny coins...a very nice description...sounds like a beautiful day is on the way...

Celia said...

So enjoy your poetic writing, such an artistic soul living in a beautiful place and able to share so well.

Shrinky said...

I love all these images you've captured here for us - it's always such a delight, dipping in here.

Jenny Woolf said...

What a lot of lovely images here. I love it. And I like the image too.

chris said...

great photo - and such a poetic post!

Robert V. Sobczak said...

It's hard to see cold in a photo sometimes. Of course if you took it there is no mistaking! Stay warm (spring is almost here.)

Mage said...

Oh, Brrrrr....

Bob Bushell said...

A brilliant photo and what you said.

Granny Annie said...

Words and photographs...definitely your thing:)

deb colarossi said...

Gah.
Perfect.

Dave King said...

The image captures the wonder beautifully, and so do the words.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

Okay, you've made me want to go out and spend a few moments watching the sky. On my way.

Barb said...

An apt description and your photo illustrates it perfectly.