A WINTER'S EPIPHANY - by Michael A. Barron

 

A  WINTER'S  EPIPHANY by  Michael A. Barron Timeless thoughts of a winter's stare; eyes gazing over a landscape bare. Memories drift on a blustery breeze; dying light ushers in the freeze. Reaching out for a grasp on the present; stillness sets in, alone, and desolate. Future unknown, outcome uncertain; brilliance shadowed by a drawn curtain. Path now set, laid before me known; closing light now emanating from home. Enter my homestead, heart filled with glee; two eyes of the future peering upward at me. Trusting in him to forge forward until fulfilled; Basis of strength, values I have instilled. A weary mind at last permitted to rest; reflecting on the realization of how I am blessed.

WINTER LOVE / HATE - by Cheyenne Marie Gillett

 

WINTER  LOVE / HATE by  Cheyenne Marie Gillett To be honest, I hate the cold; I freeze easily, But I love how the snow tickles my nose. I love how the trees are naked And the sky dresses them in white like a dress. I love how we can build men and dance with them. I honestly hate the cold, But I love the different dancing fairies that dance in the sky. I love how the wind sings at night, hushing all the animals to sleep till spring. I love how the grass changes into new shades of color. I hate the cold because I freeze easily.

WINTER'S WRATH - by Patricia L. Cisco

 

WINTER'S  WRATH by  Patricia L. Cisco Winter's sleep so close to death, piercing with his arctic breath. Brittle, naked limbs stretch high in the icy pewter sky. Bitter chill and stinging wind, quiet earth grows gray and grim. Polar pillows full of snow hover over valleys low. Veils of frozen crystal falls, cascade over mountain walls. Squalls and drifts of sparkling white, glistening brilliance in the night. Winter, with his wicked wrath, leaves blinding beauty in his path!

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN'S FASHION SPRING - SUMMER 2021 by FRENCH DESIGNER ANDREW GN

 

 The spring / summer 2021 collection from the French designer Andrew Gn again delights and delights us. The collection is so thoughtful that it looks like a complete wardrobe. The designer again offers timeless cuts, with a fitted cut, A-line, midi and mini lengths, and in evening versions - floor-length dresses. There are no excessive volumes, everything is exquisite, and everything is in moderation. In this collection, a woman of any age will find the most interesting options. Almost every model wants to be repeated and included in your wardrobe. White images open the show, which emphasize the symbolic meaning of white - purity and purity. Homogeneous in color, but different in texture (silk, tweed and lace), they are perfectly combined to form a single whole.

ORIGINAL MYTH - THE LOTUS - by Ida F. Treat - from "Types of Prose Narratives" by Harriott Ely Fansler - 1911

 

Long ago, when the world was young, the Nile loved a maiden. She was Isis, daughter of a hundred stars, who, as she nightly climbed the dark pinnacle of cloud, drew her silver drapery across the stream's dark bosom. Many were the sighs he breathed throughout the long nights, but Isis heard him not; for the wind had told her of Osiris, Osiris the beautiful, the well beloved, who daily waked the dreaming earth with his warm kiss. And afterwards Mira, the great Star-Mother, bending from her gleaming throne, had spoken of Osiris and his glittering steeds, while Isis listening, yearned for him whom she had never seen, whose radiance was brighter even than that of Nefra-the-fire-bearer, who, once in a century, flashed through the still heavens. So Isis heeded not the Nile, moaning at her feet, for her eyes were ever bent on the rim of the world, whence would come in rosy haste the heralds of Osiris.

But one morning, when the starry sisters were fleeing, one by one, to the silent underworld, Isis stayed in the dark cloudland. The night winds called her to hasten, but she heard them not, and stood waiting, while above the eastern horizon rose the Hours, streaking the heavens with their amber veils, and borne along behind them, Osiris himself, more radiant than her dreams. But Osiris, glad in the greetings of the jubilant earth, saw only a star-maiden lingering in her pale robes on the borders of the forbidden Kingdom. Catching up a barbed shaft, he hurled it shrieking through the air, and Isis fell.

The winds fled in horror from the earth; the air shuddered, and shrank away; but the Nile, roaming in agony through the fields, stretched out his mighty arms and, with a great cry, gathered the lifeless star-maiden to his bosom. And there, where Isis fell, rose a starry flower, pale, but with the stain of the dawn in its heart.

LIZ JOY - ILLUSTRATOR AND "SUGAR ARTIST"

 

Liz Joy is an illustrator and sugar artist. For many years she has worked in design, marketing and collaborating with various well-known brands. And then, as she says - by chance, she became a cook. Liz bakes cookies and gingerbread cookies and paints them with icing, turning the blanks into incredibly attractive and usually recognizable fashion outfits, only edible ones :) Although Liz is now a cook, the most favorite part of the baking process is brainstorming, searching for ideas and concepts. And here's what inspires her the most:

BEAUTIFUL LADIES WEARING CHIC LINGERIE