Category Archives: Fragment

Take back from the lost days

Take back from the lost days
the small candle,
the standing at the window
watching rain,
the chance meeting on a bridge.

Take back from the lost days
the waking light,
the scent of fireplaces
on winter air.

Save them in the place
you put your healing heart.

- Copyright Kay Winter
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Dreams

Go into the woods to dream.
Take the gift of the spider with you
if you need to forget
the shadows.
- Copyright Kay Winter
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Day 11 – Nightfall

Several candles shine in a white window that looks out onto a snowy night street.
Let the night fall
Deep as it will
The snow
Will reflect your light.


- Copyright Kay Winter
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Day 10 Twig

A twisting branch with twisting twigs holds brown leaves and show against a snowy background
Make of yourself
an unusual shape
to catch and hold 
the heavy snow.



- Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day – Bird

A curved black smudge in snow, also resembling a dark river seen from above through clouds.
A smudge
A flight
A gathering of wind in the winter night
A river followed through clouds


- Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day 8 – Signal Lights

A string of red holiday lights half buried in snow.
Signal lights
Half buried
Half blazing

This way
Or that way.



- Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day 7 – Moon

A moon appears among the bare branches of a tree in a blue evening sky.
Trusting that the branches
Will hold the first moon
Long enough.


- Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day 6 – Frost

Distant tree branches covered in hoarfrost against a pale gray sky.
Looking up
The palest blue path of sky.
Pearlescent morning light.
Hoarfrost
Last days
Waiting.


- Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day 3 – Seeds

Bundles of maple seeds hang on bare branches against a gray winter sky.
Hidden and dried promises.

Remembrance of crimson leaves.

Waiting all winter
for the chickadees
to feast.

-	Copyright Kay Winter
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Omen Day 2 – Feather

The secret sense of birds
having flown 
unmarked landscapes.

A lost feather - 
the soft echo of farewell.


-Copyright Kay Winter
A single black feather rests in the snow.
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