INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Alan Britt
Lisa Schmidt
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A WINTER MORNING The cold winds of Fall striped the trees Turned the greens, red, orange and yellow Leaves shaken from stable branches. The trees stand strikingly bare Standing out against the blue sky of day With a brittle look in their surroundings. Vistas have opened providing views of dwellings Both well adorned and meager in the seeing. The hidden creeks and back roads appear. The now winter frost can add a dusting of white Creating a wonderland of the Winter's offering, As the winds turn colder chilling our very bones. This morning opens to greet us, The winter chill is avoided with A sense of warmth that only the sun Can give with a teasing twist As it bursts forth from the eastern sky Growing red as it brilliantly lights the dawn. Energy and excitement fills our waking Enabling us to be a part of the offerings Of nature in this time of deep frigid winter. A warmth and brightness filling us As we eagerly greet the day Then watch warm colors fade. Joanie Freeman, Charlottesville, Virginia
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