Fairies in Winter

PAULA HANNAH HANNAH-MAURI'S POEM:

Winter Fairies

Fairies shrouded in white, dancing, whirling left and right,

sporting the winter game.

Swirling beyond,

they turn and in step

follow the icy wind.

Fairies, together,

spin and spiral about

above the white below

that reaches up

to touch the grey sky –

the veil of morning.

At last the fairies come to rest

and gently sink into

the drift below.

Swiftly, they vanish

and join together as one.  

A Few New Paintings -- May/June 2012

The Wind, Our Constant Companion

We've been sitting on the deck looking southwest and watching the weather come in. Quite a distance out we see flat, anvil shaped clouds moving our way Over head the clouds are very busy pushing around large puffs of fog and mist. The wind is howling but the wind ALWAYS howls here, a constant companion. We were at a neighborhood get together on Monday and one of our neighbors told us that when they were looking at the property they eventually purchased the realtor discouraged them from buying it because she said 'it is so windy out there, no one will put a house up.' We know she was partially incorrect because we are here with some neighbors but she was right on about the wind!