In a recent post my lil sister Jazz waxed poetic about her life at the moment... quite literally in the form of a poem. Here is my contribution to the poetic form inspired by my cross country skiing this morning.
Swishing of my skis
Shadows of trees barring my trail...
All winter wonder.
Shadows of trees barring my trail...
All winter wonder.
Fixed the second picture I hope. Funny It seemed to work for me. Oh well, that's blogger for you.
5 comments:
I'm not getting the second pic, but the first one is GORGEOUS! And nice haiku, too.
Only the first photo shows up. But I like the plaid effect of the tree shadows crossing the ski tracks.
you should come up to the cottage one weekend if you want good cross country...
loved these pictures!! As a Floridian we only experience this through others!:) so thanks for sharing...
That looks very cold and endless.. I feel sad now.
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