Winter Art

bone-chilling cold winds blowing over frosty panes nature’s sketching pad
written December 7, 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Rodrigues Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 3:23 PM
This is wonderful! I can see it!
Hankins Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 7:15 PM
Aw, thanks so much, Kim. If you live in a place where Jack Frost visits your windows, you will see it soon!
Wolf Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 2:06 PM
This is a super haiku, Milt. It really resonates. (Brrr). I just would like to ask whoever taught Nature to sketch to please now give her the Lesson Spring!! Here comes Old Man Winter, I guess. :)
Hankins Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 2:08 PM
I'm doing my dead-level best to develop at least a modicum of appreciate for winter, gw, but I can tell you it's not something that comes easy for me! (Brrrrrrr)
Leffanta Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 10:36 AM
Clever!
Hankins Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 11:43 AM
Thanks, Rico. I thought it made good sense myself.
Krutsinger Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 8:27 AM
I love "nature's sketching pad"
Hankins Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 11:44 AM
I figured that would resonate with you, Caren, since you have probably had a sketching pad forever and ever.
Lane Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 6:00 AM
I love the twist, Mile.
Hankins Avatar
December 8, 2021 at 8:20 AM
Thanks so much, Lin.
Lawless Avatar
December 7, 2021 at 7:09 PM
hey, we used to have frost on the insides of the windows.....to draw on....
Hankins Avatar
December 7, 2021 at 8:55 PM
I don't recall that, but I do recall using our warm breath to execute drawings in the frost on the outside.
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