Posted by Rhonda J Flanagan on February 1, 2011 Winter more ice, more cold, more solitude. bending trees, white snow crystals, breaking my heart open each season. yearning for the peace of winter quiet, it falls gently, blanketing my soul with its embrace. i remember. Rhonda Flanagan Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related
Rhonda J Flanagan 