The Winds of Winter

Carol A. Hand

Greeting the morning while shoveling new snow
Fine frozen flakes swirl and dance through the air
As blustery northwest winds continue to blow
Re-filling the path as if no one had passed there


Photo: February 2014



Photo: February 2016

I wonder if this is a metaphor for life at its best
The things we say and do travel as they will
We have no control where they finally come to rest
Or what legacy we may leave when the winds of life grow still

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About Carol A. Hand

What matters are not the titles I’ve held or university degrees I earned or the size of a house or bank account. It’s really what I’ve learned from ordinary people like me whom I’ve met along the way. They taught me to live with gratitude and give thanks for each new day.
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13 Responses to The Winds of Winter

  1. sojourner says:

    “All we are is Dust in the wind..”

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  2. steelcityman says:

    If the winds of life blow me nearer your words, I’ll be a happy being xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Jessie Martinovic says:

    picturesque !

    Liked by 1 person

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