The Snows of Yesteryear in my Garden

There is a muted beauty to the piling snows that is also a warning that next year we will have hills where now only piles exist….and the moonlight with dispassion
will light up my ever chilled nights as only silver can. I step outside into a
world I no longer know. I am used to pauses in the breaths of winter, but this winter is one long exhale of frosty indifference to the hearts of those needing sunlight and ways to move easily through days. Fires light our watchtowers to
alert Spring to come and do its work of melting love.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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