Gray, endless shades of
Gray, winter’s somber suit of
Gray, the season’s shroud
Beige, broad blankets of
Beige, chilling frosts turn green to
Beige, on what we trod
Color, drear shades of
Color, muted, faint hues of
Color, in stark realm
Winter, the woe of
Winter, shall soon be gone for
Winter, bows to spring
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I(God) desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. ~Isaiah 55:10-11 ✝
**All 4 haikus written by Natalie; most images from Pinterest; collages by Natalie; a few of the images in the last collage are ones I’ve taken in past winters
Sacred Touches 