Tag: winter
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Winters Presence
“Frosted Elegy” The forest hums with the language of light,where winter etches its story on every branch.Each twig, a quiet rebellionagainst the weight of time,against the ache of endings. The sun leans in, tender and golden,warming what the frost holds sacred.The air is alive with whispers,a hymn to stillness,a song for the wanderer who dares…
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The Longest Night
Dear Wanderer, The night, four days before Christmas, stretches wide, a deep breath held by the earth. The stars, quiet witnesses, blink like forgotten candles in a world too hurried to notice. The wind carries a chill that settles in the bones, yet it is not unkind— it reminds us to feel, to be present…
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Nature’s Poetry
Dear Wanderer, There is a poem woven into every leaf, a hymn in the hum of bees and the quiet rustle of grasses bending beneath the weight of the wind. . Each stone speaks of ages beyond counting, holding the memory of rivers that once sang across its surface, whispering stories of a Creator who…
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Winter Beneath the Hawthorn
Dear Wanderer, The Green Hawthorn holds its vigil, its branches a quiet offering to the winter sky, still adorned with a scattering of crimson berries— the last gifts of the year. They shine like tiny flames against the muted tapestry of Tennessee’s December. . The land is bare, yet alive, the air brisk with a…
Field Notes of a Wanderer 