This poem, written and published in my first poetry collection titled ‘Journey On: Beauty and Grit Along the Way, is accompanied by a translation into Latvian. Christmas Dawn I awake in the Christmas dawn light; a shimmering snowfall echoes upon the mountains. Through parted curtains, my curious eyes follow a shaking of snow from pine needled branches. An opera of sun slowly takes over; erasing long blue gray shadows. We lie under the soft warmth of the red plaid comforter, meeting the moment of a gentle and tender us. …
It’s time to become acquainted with a new season and embrace a limitless horizon, vast and mysterious. No longer desiring to be held back, a long silence stirs awake. My life map unfolds; a new journey begins… revealing new dreams with the same heart….
Reprinted from a journal entry October 2010 One of the main reasons why I started this “blog”-(I am not a fan of the word ‘blog’) was to help my mind declutter and crack through a writer’s wall that has been plaguing me for months…
I write free verse only; I am partial to the flow of eloquent and rich language. I cannot rhyme or do metered poetry or sonnets-it reminds me of teaching language arts daily to my students at school. I do not care for writing prompts…
Le petit lapin espiègle à la veste bleue vous a toujours séduit par ses facéties et vous souhaitez en savoir plus sur celle qui lui a donné vie, ce blog vous ouvre la porte du monde fascinant de Beatrix Potter
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