Oh no! I am glad the narrator was able to track the children down, literally. I lost a certain boy on the university campus recently and campus police found him at the duck pond (quite a ways from where I lost him!) Helpful snow, campus police, a touch of caution are all so useful. But I suspect my little one also continues to hunger for adventure, unlike his sister who was simultaneously terrified and I-told-you-he-was-at-the-duck-pond indignant.
Finding you're from the Yukon, I'm wondering what you will think of this earlier piece of mine:http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/2007/12/gold-in-deed.htmlKat
Rachel, thank you for visiting my blog and the kind comment. Your photo is the epitome of silence to me - the whiteness of snow. I see some similarities in our poetry. I'll visit again soon.
C, what a wonderful story! Mainly because it has a happy ending, and nobody has lost their sense of adventure. Yes, she *knew* he'd be at the duck pond I bet. ;) Kat, thanks for the link! What a fun poem!
Diane-- thank you! I see some similarities in our worldview... which I think is reflected in our poetry. BW, Rachel
Silence--calming--peaceful, I saycold-frosty--dry--SilenceMuch like the fire in the wood stove;Silence--calming--peacefulexcept she has gone from cold and beautiful and powerfulto hot-hot and beautiful and powerfulhot cold--cold hotSilencePower silence
And now you are cold...And now you are hot... hot hot!
stunning! a very photogenic scene
Thanks for commenting, floreta!
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