Posts Tagged ‘snow’

Coffee Warmth With Nobody Watching

coffee warmth

“In this moment with nobody looking coffee warmth.” Washthebowl Freshly fallen snow captures your footprints, first left than right toward the yellow glowing coffee shop windows outlined in translucent iced frosting. The expansive silence broken only by muffled squeaking falling off your knobby boots and then hand on door you enter to chatter rising from…

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Snow Squeeze 6/365

Snow Squeeze 6/365 Jasmin fretted a little about the recession, she knew diversifying her products would fortify her monetary well-being. She thought and thought some more, when out of the sky came her answer, snow. Yes snow she said to anyone who would listen, snow is the answer. Jasmin fashioned a contraption she called the…

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Snow In My Shoe

snow in my shoe

I got snow in my shoe melting, like my heart melts as I’m thinking of you. I got snow in my shoe melting, salty like my tears of joy as I”m thinking of you. I got snow in my shoe melting, like wax on the candle I carry for you. Snow in my show, snow…

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God’s Canvas

[podcast]https://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/godscanvas.mp3[/podcast] Out my window I watched snow smoothing out the landscape, gently making soft, humanities edges, brushing on an open canvas where all possibilities existed. A blank slate created in front of my eyes calling me to create any dream, to bring forth a new Genesis. It was dazzling to witness  angels on bent knees…

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Stop The Snow

stop the snow

  Today’s piece is my impression of someone off the street going to the local radio station and ranting for 2 minutes. Wouldn’t it be great of there was a radio station called WRANT that you could listen to in your car? All rants all the time. Stop The Snow Truth be told I don’t…

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Quiet Snow

quiet snow

Walking newly plowed roads, bright sun on my back, sprawling fields surrounding me stretching toward muffled hills deeply covered in new snow. Quiet, but for the meditative packing of my boots. I Jump onto a stonewall and stop. The fresh snow has yet to be marked by sleds, by saucers. The cold air yet pierced…

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