The content reflects on the emotional landscape of Christmas, blending nostalgia, sorrow, and joy. It highlights Colleen’s efforts in preparing for the holiday season amid challenges, cherishing memories of loved ones, and expressing gratitude for special relationships. The piece captures the essence of love, reflection, and the true meaning of Christmas.
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Under the Light of a Lunar Eclipse
The post describes the beauty of autumn with vivid imagery of nature and personal experiences during late September. It shares reflections on a recent hurricane’s devastation while highlighting moments of joy, such as visiting a farm market and enjoying dinner. Colleen expresses excitement for the upcoming October and its colorful leaves.
A Wish for April
The poem “A Wish for April” vividly depicts the longing for spring’s magic and warmth. The author whimsically describes the dancing of faeries under the moon and expresses a desire for April to bring an end to the dreary, cold weather of March. The sonnet beautifully captures the anticipation of the new season.
Snow Walk
The post content describes a reflective and sentimental moment, commemorating the anniversary of the writer’s father’s passing and celebrating their 36th wedding anniversary. The focus is on finding joy in simplicity and togetherness, exemplified by a recent snowy walk taken by the couple. The writer encourages others to appreciate nature and the present moment, expressing that peace and joy can be found there. The message is one of love, gratitude, and the beauty of shared experiences.
Night Hawk
Night Hawk I have been one acquainted with the night… When shadows masquerade in fantasy. Like vagabond angels, emotions take flight, Dancing far outside the realm of reality. When shadows masquerade in fantasy… Kindred spirits soar across blue bay. Dancing far outside the realm of reality, Feel the morning madness drift away. Kindred spirits soarContinue reading “Night Hawk”
She Who Dances in Snow
She Who Dances in Snow Black velvet drapes of dusk cloak moss covered hills. The air exhales its chill as February blooms beneath a burgeoning gibbous moon. Wisps of white crystalline fall — leaping, swirling, around glowing streetlights like vagrant moths courting open flames. Here! I am here, the snow falling around me, falling downContinue reading “She Who Dances in Snow”
Colleen Keller Breuning 