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15 December 2008

...and Sugar Plums Danced in Their Heads...


While water laden heavens deeply inhale before releasing its impending torrential siege -- the world is heavy ...and still. Every sound suspended within the frosty morning air.


The sky sags, a hushed, grey canopy stitched together with misty vapors and trapped light. Whisper-fine rain begins to swirl within the sudden gusts of wind -- the opening show for the enormous drops that follow -


Angels falling slowly at first, perfect, orphaned, drifting, falling, lonely through the grey skirts of the December sky.

5 comments:

jerseygirl211 said...

Isa,
Just came by to say hello. Beautiful post, as always.

'D'

The Muse said...

Exquisite!

jerseygirl211 said...

Isa, Everything is ok at our house, I'm just very worried about one of our fellow bloggers today and I can't seem to stay away from the computer until someone hears something from her. I hope God is hearing the prayers I'm saying for her and her children. I just wish everyone could be safe and feel peace during this blessed season.

Just me worring about everyone.

CLUCK, CLUCK FROM 'MOTHER HEN'

(((((((((BIG HUGS))))))

'D'

Helen said...

How beautifully you put words and thoughts on paper ...

Gollum said...

Isa, how beautiful!