Friday, September 30, 2011

Life is light

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space.
It does not seek anything in return;
it asks not whether you are friend or foe.



It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.
Michael Strassfeld

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Cotton Candy Dreams




I was born with wings,

I was born from a dream;


Where the clouds were made of cotton candy.


The sky looked noon
but the stars shone through.


The air was perfume,
angels sat on the moon.


I was born to take flight,
soar through the sky,
not sitting around waiting for my last goodbye.

By: TruthFromWhispers

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hold on to this moment


It's the end of the summer,
but we'll see it all again,
so hold on to this moment 'till then.



























"End of the Summer" by Theory of a Deadman

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Good to the last drop!

I found this bee collecting the last drops of nectar from this hot pink, jewel-coloured monarda.



























Imagine how unbelievably delicious it must taste!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Where the briar blooms pink

There she goes flying, like straw alas
My blowaway girl in the blowaway grass.


We should have known, we knew too well
There is no holding a blowaway girl


But so many pretty things came to pass
When we sat down in the blowaway grass


Where it shone so warm, like silk of the sun
Over the hot wild gully of stone

And covered the granite's knuckle and chink
Piling so soft where the briar bloomed pink


We both forgot, or pretended to
How the world must roll when the next wind blew.


The wind blows high from gully to hill
And there you go flying my blowaway girl


While your poor lover, alone alas
Sits chewing a straw in the blowaway grass.


Blowaway Grass by: Douglas Stewart



Sunday, September 25, 2011

Life is a gift, untie the ribbons.

Some gifts are wrapped carefully, with many insulating layers, to protect the valuable objects inside.

























This package guards a pot of gold!




Saturday, September 24, 2011

The flirtatious dove
























Hmmm...  I'm wondering when doves started wearing light-blue eyeliner.

Friday, September 23, 2011

The Vortex


Get too close to the vortex and "swoosh" you are drawn inside, swept into a fuchsia oblivion.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sun Child

Turn your face to the sun
and know yourself as a child of the light.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Hypnotic Pink

The American Psychological Association describes hypnosis as a cooperative interaction in which the participant responds to the suggestions of the hypnotist.






When did geraniums start studying hypnosis?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Bad hair day?



This North American Goldfinch looks dishevelled and out of sorts.  Must be an optical illusion because they're usually the bright lights of my garden.

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Kiss of the Sun

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,




















one is nearer God's heart in a garden,
than anywhere else on Earth.

By: Dorothy Frances Gurney

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Nobody likes a zoom lens!





This scruffy looking cardinal looks clearly unhappy at being caught with a seed hanging off its beak.


Darn paparazzi!







Saturday, September 17, 2011

What is Red?


Red is a sunset blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave with all your might.
Red is a sunburn, a spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.

 

Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick and the sounds of a band.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine, fire-flicker red! 
When you’re feeling angry, red runs through your head.
Red is a Valentine heart,
the trimmings on a circus cart.
Red is a lipstick.  Red is a shout. 
Red is a signal that says, “Watch out!”







Red is a great big rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est colour of all.

Red is a show-off, no doubt about it –
But can you imagine living without it?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Small and Loud

Cicadas at the End of Summer

By: Martin Walls
Whine as though a pine tree is bowing a broken violin,


As though a bandsaw cleaves a thousand thin sheets of titanium;


They chime like freight wheels on a Norfolk Southern slowing into town.






But all you ever see is the silence.



Monday, September 12, 2011

The Real You

Folks may call you different,
they may say that you can't win,
but it's not what's on the outside -
It's what you have within!
Devin Peltier-Robson


Thursday, September 1, 2011

If only trees could rule the world

"Trees outstrip most people
 in the extent and depth of their work
 for the public good."
- Sara Ebenreck -


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