Looking for a Glorious Morning

Taken January 10, 2012.
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Sunday Poetry Post

Arches & Columns

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Winter Morning
by William Jay Smith

All night the wind swept over the house
And through our dream
Swirling the snow up through the pines,
Ruffling the white, ice-capped clapboards,
Rattling the windows,
Rustling around and below our bed
So that we rode
Over wild water
In a white ship breasting the waves.
We rode through the night
On green, marbled
Water, and, half-waking, watched
The white, eroded peaks of icebergs
Sail past our windows;
Rode out the night in that north country,
And awoke, the house buried in snow,
Perched on a
Chill promontory, a
Giant's tooth
In the mouth of the cold valley,
Its white tongue looped frozen around us,
The trunks of tall birches
Revealing the rib cage of a whale
Stranded by a still stream;
And saw, through the motionless baleen of their branches,
As if through time,
Light that shone
On a landscape of ivory,
A harbor of bone.

Island in the Stream

Taken January 10, 2012.
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A Frosty Grace

Taken January 8, 2012.
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There's a Hole in the Sky

Taken January 8, 2012.
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Background Color

Taken January 7, 2012.
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In the Grasp

Taken January 7, 2012.
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