Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Winter Feathers


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul


And sings the tune without the words


And never stops at all


And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm


That could abash the little Bird


That kept so many warm


I've heard it in the chillest land


And on the strangest sea


Yet, never, in Extremity
It asked a crumb of me.

~ Emily Dickinson ~



Although the sun's heat is far away
The little birds that flit through the coldest days of winter
Keep me happy and warm.




Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Shiny New Year - 2016!


Pop the cork on this New Year.
Drink deeply.
Let the bubbles tickle your nose.
Savour each moment.
Live!


May you be surrounded by warmth, love and light.
Happy 2016!





Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas Gifts


This Christmas...
Let the world know Peace


Let the sky be full of Hope


Let our hearts overflow with Love

Wishing a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday to all my blogger friends.


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Gone To Seed

Seeds are marvellous mini-miracles.

To look at them, one would never suspect
that inside each tiny package,

a seed,
dry and wrinkled,
some no bigger than a grain of sand,

Could contain the power of
Transformation!

If you didn't witness it with your own eyes
would you believe it at all?

To begin this transformation
the plant must first come
completely undone.

It drops this gift-wrapped,
blueprint of itself
to the ground

Where it must remain
buried deep
in the dark
earth

Until the light
calls it back
to life

Miracles occur in the most unlikely places.
~
There are more miracles
in a square yard
of earth
than in all the fables
of the world.




Wednesday, December 2, 2015

And So It Begins


Winter is playing a game of peek-a-boo with us,
you know how it likes to keep things fun.

A little frost here to decorate the flowers that remain,
a dusting of snow there that disappears by mid-day...

It knows how downright unenthusiastic we can be
when it first arrives so it likes to keep us guessing,
is it here or is it not?


We become increasingly grumpy and morose
as everything around us shrivels up and dies
once the cold temperatures set in.


Our colourful landscape is stripped bare,
reduced to black and white.


And the plants that once brought us such happiness and joy?
They've turned into scary-looking monsters
that shiver in place and haunt our garden.


But, this does happen every year.
Don't lose heart.


In no time, once our eyes lose all memory
of what vibrant spring, summer and fall colours look like,
all that white fluffy stuff
will appear more and more beautiful.


Of course, there are also winter survival strategies:

You can always pretend it's just not happening.
This liar seagull is splashing around
in -1 C sun-dappled water,
but you'd never know it.
Because it's swimming in the balmy waters
of Lake Denial!


Dreaming of warmer temperatures
and soft, flower-scented breezes works well too.

If you do it right
by the time you wake up
it'll be Spring again!


But, probably the best strategy of all
is to find your inner glow,
(we all have one.)

Surround yourself with the warmth and light
of family and friends.

Laugh, complain,
be daring and go outside.

There's plenty to enjoy about every season.


Friday, November 27, 2015

The In-Between


As the season comes to an end
Autumn begins her graceful departure
and for a moment there is a stillness in the air


Geese consult about their migration with noisy honks
and conduct practice flights overhead


Leaves collect on the ground
swept into giant mounds by the increasingly chill wind


Sweaters become everyday items


As all of nature prepares for what lies ahead


And the stillness lingers


Bulrushes poke through the grasses
stiff and silent
ignoring the holes that open up in their furry hides


Small creatures take shelter


While fields of wildflowers borrow the glow of the
setting sun to burst into golden flame


and the stillness lingers


Autumn dips her brush in the
best colours of the season
and gives us something to remember
all winter long.







Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Autumn Rays


Is there such a thing as a solemn autumn?


How can that be
When trees decorate themselves with baubles


And colourful clouds
Swirl among their branches


When water glows with lights
From somewhere
Deep within


And lemon-yellow leaves wave to us
from crisp blue skies


The forest may darken earlier in the day


But lights are left on for us to find our way as the sun


Wishes us goodnight


And the Autumn winds play a song


Only the heavy-headed grasses can hear


There is no time for solemn days
When the world is painted gold.




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