Guards Are Frozen Dec15 by melodylowes Guards are frozen, quiet, still, Ever watching in the chill; Eyes perceive the feet that choose the path not taken, silent views. * I love those moments of quiet solitude, where heart can reclaim itself… Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
It may be cold, but it makes for wonderful photos and the poetry you put with it is brilliant
Thanks Alastair! It’s a bit milder these days – ONLY -15 or so, and relatively speaking, it puts a smile on everyone’s face as we sashay about in lighter layers! 🙂
A veritable heat wave 😀
*giggle* By Jove, he’s got it!! 😀
We introverts like to recharge in those quiet spaces – then we can handle the bustle of community once again!
Beautiful moments indeed
Thanks for stopping by and offering your thoughts! 🙂
Melody, this poem and photo are beautiful! I love those still and quiet moments too…
Blessings ~ Wendy
This is so quietly exquisite, Melody.
🙂 That’s a new one. Hmm – this has been a good week!
I had one of those this morning. Me, my chair, my coffee and the garden. Oh and dog sat on my lap. So perhaps not so much solitude as quietness. Glad it’s warmer 😀
That sounds rather lovely…
I love the guarding thought and reclaiming too! God bless you! Really beautiful!