A Little Taste of Winter…

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The chill is in the air.
I hear the rush of wind outside my window,
Swirling, twirling, daring, without a care.
Shards of ice bounce about in limbo
Until they nick against glass panes.
The coldness seeps into your bones,
By merely listening to frozen rain
And the harsh wind that moans.
 Deborah A. Bowman

Activities for the Cold Winter months…give free rein to your creativity

With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story
With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story

The cold of Winter has turned my thoughts inward…

Reflecting on things that were;

Visualizing what’s to be.

Will I make the same mistakes and rise like the sea

In turmoil, solitude lost in my words?

The voices within just want to be heard,

Crying out to be released.

The long nights of Winter can increase

 Your inspiration, as you withdraw to rest.

You’re free to search your soul and confess

Your innermost desires and secrets in verse,

Drawings, paintings, prose, or simply rehearse

Dialogue from imagined friends out loud.

Because only you can restrict or allow

The words, the images, the scenes that unfold

Into stories that must be told.

–Deborah A. Bowman