Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
Some choices come easy. Those that do, usually don’t qualify as obedience. I don’t fish. I’d be hard-pressed if you asked me to set a fishing pole. When I came across this sign on my walk, I chuckled and said to myself, “I can…
The play is over. The light is dimmed. The curtain is closing. A few actors are still left, Forced to move to the center stage. Sorry, there are no flowers, Only chilling applause for those who played to the end. Thank you for a…
The path was covered in snow and undisturbed by humans. Only animal tracks were visible. Then a set of tiny foot prints caught my eyes. A small bird had been here before me. His small frame had pushed its tracks gently in the snow…
Cold covers the earth. She has seeped under every rock and crevasse and is trying her best to make her way through my front door and windows. She is staying, not budging nor moving on soon. She has blanketed the barren trees with her…
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