tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post116940943556219710..comments2024-01-07T00:44:10.737-08:00Comments on Lisa Snellings: workadayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17033378825749946868noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1171161594418636462007-02-10T18:39:00.000-08:002007-02-10T18:39:00.000-08:00Midnight SnowIn rich dark blue, all stars and spac...Midnight Snow<BR/><BR/>In rich dark blue, all stars and space, <BR/>The sky is velveteen and lace. <BR/>The moon, a steady, staring face, <BR/> It’s eyes are black and still. <BR/><BR/>The earth is bare, all hard and dead, <BR/>Its sheet of white has not been spread. <BR/>No sign of weather overhead, <BR/> And all is soaked in chill. <BR/><BR/>The tension in the air is thick, <BR/>As taught as wire. Hard as brick. <BR/>But in that silence, comes a tick, <BR/> As if a clock were counting. <BR/><BR/>And as the witching hour knells, <BR/>Upon that clock’s eternal bells, <BR/>A cloudbank in the heavens swells, <BR/> And snow bursts forth in fountains.<BR/><BR/>The moon’s dark eyes grow slightly wide; <BR/>While crystal dancers dive and glide, <BR/>And spin within that sky-borne tide,<BR/> It tracks their earthward flight. <BR/><BR/>In robes and collars fine as glass, <BR/>These agile gymnasts tumble past; <BR/>Touch foot to land and gather fast, <BR/> To glaze the ground with white. <BR/><BR/>And so the naked earth is dressed, <BR/>In top-hat, tails, and silver vest. <BR/>Its wardrobe, all the very best, <BR/> And trimmed in lunar glow. <BR/><BR/>Now seeing Winter’s promise kept, <BR/>The land all frosted and snow-swept. <BR/>Alone, and silent, off it crept:<BR/> That spirit: Midnight Snow.Derek Ashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01555485192723965604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1169600290131777092007-01-23T16:58:00.000-08:002007-01-23T16:58:00.000-08:00What a darling, heart warming picture!Great poppet...What a darling, heart warming picture!<BR/><BR/>Great poppet as well.<BR/><BR/>I salute your ability to actual persevere and be able to be successful working at home. I can only imagine how difficult it would be for me to stay focused. I always get a kick out of writers, artists, etc. talking about all the horrible household tasks that seem so inviting when the temptation comes to not focus on the 'work' of creating art.Carl V. Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948764216438379394noreply@blogger.com