Monday, February 28, 2011
Through the Snowy Wood we travelled.
To the sea we sailed, through thick snowy, flakes.
The sea was rough and vocal. Sweet and salted.
Rarely calm, yet soothing all the same.
The night hooted and howled, warning us,
"Do not sleep too deeply, for I am always here."
Back to town we creeped, engulfed in winter-white airy flakes.
Here the earth is deeply wet, without the charm of a downy winter suit...
Posted by Alberta Art Classes at 1:38 PM