Withering
Back to the bone.
Then, too,
The marrow
Drawing in.
Cease, surcease,
Silence.
Thread of life
Pulled tight,
Stretched taught.
Knotted, (dark knot),
To the past
Hoping to continue
Through this cold.
Even water, though,
Has turned
To rock.
Only one movement :
Slow,
Pendulum moon
Slides golden,
Hazy
Across
This winter dawn.
simonhlilly 
May I ask, is this your artwork as well? If so, your images are as pleasing as your words.
Thanks, yes they are. At the moment they tend to be those I have stored on my iPad, as that is where I tend to work from for my blog. I could import others with Dropbox or Evernote or iCloud, but, though this in theory is easy, I never get the hang of what should be done, where…..
Excellent work. I always like to add an illustration to what I post and almost always use my own digital art. Sometimes, when I’m in a hurry and don’t have anything appropriate, I’ll shamelessly filch something of the net.