The wind howls, the snow drifts
The lonely cold of winter sifts
Through our mind like ashes
Through a sieve.
The clouds part, the sun breaks
And on the snow a mural makes
A glowing pulse that shows us
We yet live.
To view the pictures below, click on one and you may then scroll through them all, it’s all about the shadows 🙂
All pictures © 2014 Susan Tilghman Hawthorne – if you would like to copy and use one of these pictures please attribute it to this page, thank you.