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

waiting for the light…

along a country drive…

in the winter time…the quiet solitude…

in the quiet of the winter

happy birthday my sweet little friend…i love you!

in my father’s house…

winter dreams winter sadness winter thoughts frozen wings

may you have a wonderful and peaceful holiday…

thanks…giving…