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Monthly Archives: December 2013

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013  Winter Storm Gemini

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ice storm’s music ends

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dancing trees frozen in time

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glistening jewels

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013.    Christmas Eve service St Dunstan’s Episcopal Church,

Ellsworth, Maine, USA.  Despite many not having power outages during the Gemini

Ice Storm, the congregation gathered for the traditional service.

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Gift of Christmas Reconciliation

a heart warming joy shared with me

on Christmas Eve:

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broken hearts mended

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now at peace with each other

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mother ~ daughter love

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013

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lullaby chimes call

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whisper sleep and peaceful dreams

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a drift ~  sea of soul

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.(c) vpservices.concordia.ca

Photo: a nun’s room similar to one’s I’ve stayed in on retreats: a bed, and

a small desk with a chair, hooks to hang clothes on (no comfy chair or dresser) .

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silent retreat

sparse nun’s cell

living water renews spirit *

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* inspiration: Living Water Spiritual Center

in Maine run by the Sisters of St. Joseph of Lyons

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spring confining time
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child rides trike down stairs
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cellar trap door .
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cellar summer’s fruits
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cool dark comforting storage
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Norman Rockwell walls
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in the cellar room for canning storage
my Grandfather covered the walls
with the Norman Rockwell paintings
on the cover of “Saturday Evening Post”
magazine
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written for facebook page.

NaHaiWriMo facebook site encourages

other than the standard 5-7-5 haiku forms.

It is a place to  have fun, play creatively,

experiment, try something new, practice

writing haiku daily.


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wallpapers.windowsace.com

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soft morning sunlight

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solstice near ~ lengthening days

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frost on the windows

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frost on the windows

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bathroom windows shimmering

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steaming shower glow

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revolving rulers

election by sudden death

irresistible

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all hail today’s king
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king’s reign tenuous at best
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tomorrow who knows
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