Teddy Dondanville


Water turns to snow and the earth begins its glow. A blanket swaddles the earth, except cold and not of the hearth. We animals seek refuge inside. Afraid of summer’s winter bride. Waiting, we try to survive. Only some are able to thrive. They are those who dealt with the froze. They are those who find the first rose.   

November, a time of transition. As the earth cools, the leaves change and fall. Winter comes to fruition. Rain turns to snow as a white blanket falls upon the earth. Casually caressing the land with its frigid glow. As the earth experiences change, we too participate in transformation. Growing stronger, growing smarter, with each and every exchange. We become in tune with the earth. Using her gift to add flame to the… Read More