Robin, my Love,
This Winter Music is for you and from you
I shall never forget our Day in the Mountains...
You, in your grace,
Your eyes,
Your dreams...
How do you see?
What do you see?
As One, as Always, Together...
We witness Her Storms,
Her sweet strong Mysteries...
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No tree escapes her dark wild Mood
This Winter Music is for you and from you
I shall never forget our Day in the Mountains...
You, in your grace,
Your eyes,
Your dreams...
How do you see?
What do you see?
As One, as Always, Together...
We witness Her Storms,
Her sweet strong Mysteries...
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No tree escapes her dark wild Mood
With each new Breath, she buries all;
Ancient firs, spindly saplings
Bow hardy boughs in supplication
Branches freeze in awed stark terror
Her fury humbles Mohonk Mountain
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Unions born of Her frigid exhalation
Thwarted escapes create icy mansions;
Shrieks! A Universe is born!
Beneath cold arbors, Lean, tiny siblings!
Hold each other, fierce survivors;
Witness her torment upon your Mountain!
Cling to each other as she fills your Universe with Storm!
Desperate lovers, reach for each other,
Your limbs, how they twist against Her strength!
Unnatural poses!? Your bodies meld;
your backbones bend in defiance of break
in Her cold designs; your ice-bound love...
Cleave! Receive her sleety anesthesia...
A new Life is born
A separate Universe formed,
here on high,
atop January's Mohonk Mountain
here on high,
atop January's Mohonk Mountain
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Click below, please, to view Photos taken by
my BeLoved Husband, Robin,
January 11, 2011, as I sat feverishly scrawling in my little spiral notebook.
Thank You :)
Mohonk Mountain, January 11, 2011
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Click below, please, to view Photos taken by
my BeLoved Husband, Robin,
January 11, 2011, as I sat feverishly scrawling in my little spiral notebook.
Thank You :)
Mohonk Mountain, January 11, 2011
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