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When Jack Frost comes through chilly nights, he paints a masterpiece,

The windows glow with scenes of snow, etched by his hand’s release,

The skies are bright cerulean blue, the trees have shed their leaves,

The fields are empty of their crops and we’ve brought in the sheaves,

We turn our thoughts to longer nights, the days grow shorter now,

We find relief beside a fire and we get by somehow,

It seems too soon for such cold days, though it is mid-November,

As we recall last winter’s grip, which started in December,

And lasted well into April, with a final blast of snow,

We hide inside our nice, warm caves, and wait for thirty below.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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6 Responses to CHILL IN THE AIR

  1. Salvageable says:

    We’re not going to see thirty below down here in Arkansas, but we actually have snowflakes in the air this afternoon–quite unusual for November in these parts. J.

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