Sunday, January 16, 2011

Vagabondism #281

281 The snow spreads its icy hands across the roof and waits. Then, when the warmth inside the house gives the signal, it slides off the roof, with a roar of joy, to the ground below, like children on their sleds.

3 comments:

Liz said...

The warmth that removes the icy hand across the roof comes from the sun.
No amount of warmth from a house can melt the heart of nature she answers only to the power that sustains her and the stars that gave her birth.
This is a question that asks do we look outside or inside of ourselves for the reason of our being.
Me? I hear the cries of the children.

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natalie said...

Sweet! do you have kids?:)
it sings of them! cheers!
natalie
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