Winter Hues: A Harvest of Solitude


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"Winter Hues: A Harvest of Solitude" is an exquisite collection that transcends the conventional boundaries of poetry and art, inviting readers into a realm where words and colors intertwine in a dance of ethereal beauty. The title itself, "Winter Hues," hints at the subtle, unseen colors that emerge amidst the misty landscapes of winter, colors that are perhaps more enchanting than those visible to the naked eye. In this collection, the poet crafts verses that capture the elusive and intangible essence of winter hues. These hues, like scattered brushstrokes on a canvas, create a tapestry of emotions and imagery that goes beyond the literal interpretation of the season. The poems offer a surrealistic treatment, weaving a dreamscape that blurs the lines between reality and imagination. What sets "Winter Hues" apart is the seamless integration of poetry and paintings, forming a harmonious symbiosis that elevates the reader's experience. The poet, akin to a skilled painter, uses words as strokes to bring forth emotions, memories, and dreams. The result is a visual and literary feast, where each poem is a brushstroke, and every painting a stanza in the symphony of solitude. The thematic core of the collection lies in the concept of solitude as a fertile ground for creativity. The poems and paintings are portrayed as fruits, a bountiful harvest cultivated in the quietude of introspection. The solitude becomes a sanctuary where the artist delves into the recesses of the soul, unearthing the rich tapestry of thoughts and emotions that find expression in both verse and imagery. As readers journey through the pages of "Winter Hues," they embark on a contemplative exploration of the subtle nuances of winter's beauty. The collection beckons them to appreciate the unseen, the abstract, and the hidden treasures concealed within the cold embrace of the season. It encourages a pause, a reflection, as one immerses oneself in the intricate dance of words and colors meticulously choreographed by the artist. In "Winter Hues: A Harvest of Solitude," the poet beckons us to embrace the solitude, to revel in the beauty of the unseen, and to savor the fruits of introspection. It is an invitation to experience the winter hues, not just as a season, but as a metaphor for the profound depths of the human experience.




Winter Garden


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Can a woman ever really know herself if she doesn't know her mother? From the author of the smash-hit bestseller Firefly Lane and True Colors comes Kristin Hannah's powerful, heartbreaking novel that illuminates the intricate mother-daughter bond and explores the enduring links between the present and the past. Meredith and Nina Whitson are as different as sisters can be. One stayed at home to raise her children and manage the family apple orchard; the other followed a dream and traveled the world to become a famous photojournalist. But when their beloved father falls ill, Meredith and Nina find themselves together again, standing alongside their cold, disapproving mother, Anya, who even now, offers no comfort to her daughters. As children, the only connection between them was the Russian fairy tale Anya sometimes told the girls at night. On his deathbed, their father extracts a promise from the women in his life: the fairy tale will be told one last time—and all the way to the end. Thus begins an unexpected journey into the truth of Anya's life in war-torn Leningrad, more than five decades ago. Alternating between the past and present, Meredith and Nina will finally hear the singular, harrowing story of their mother's life, and what they learn is a secret so terrible and terrifying that it will shake the very foundation of their family and change who they believe they are.




Snow-bound


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The Harvest of a Quiet Eye


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These papers, written in the intervals of parish work, have appeared in the pages of the Leisure Hour and the Sunday at Home. Their publication in a collected form having been decided upon by others, it only remained for me, by careful revision and excision, to render them as little unworthy as might be of starting for themselves in the wide world. I shall not say that I am sorry that they are thus sent forth on their humble mission. Indeed, I am glad. "Brief life is here our portion":—and surely the wish is one natural to all earnest hearts, that our work for our Master in this sad and sinful world should not have its term together with thex quick ending of our short day's labour here:—and a book has the possibility of a longer life than that of a man. The Night cometh, when none can work; how sweet, if it might be, that when the day is ended, when the warfare, for us, is over, we may have left some strong watchwords, or some comfortable and cheering utterances, still ringing in the ears of those who stepped into our place in the unbroken ranks. Yes, the evening soon falls on the field; the day is brief, nor fully employed; inanimate things seem to have an advantage over us; streams flow on, and mountains stand; "While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We men, who, in our morn of youth, defied The elements, must vanish:—be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour." And I may be permitted to hope that possibly these meditations may have such power and perform such, service in their modest way. They have but the ambition of a flower that looks up to cheer, or a bird's note that tranquilly, amid storms, continues a simple melody from the heart of its tree. They will, like these, be easily passed by, but, like these, may have a message for hearts that will look and listen.











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Holden's Dollar Magazine


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