Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Little Drummer Boy



Repeat, repeat. Love, love. 
Merry, merry, Christmas.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Not A Bird

There is an overpass road I take each morning on my commute. As you rise and get to the top of the overpass, you can see the horizon above the road, and it feels like you are a bird taking off for flight. Today, it was stormy and cloudy, so it even felt more that way than is usual.Because of the currents and blowing sky-high air, the flocks were out in droves today which added to the birdyness I was feeling. No one can say I am not a bird.


Sunday, November 26, 2017

I Woke Up To Crows

I woke up to crows this morning, which may not be everyone's cup of tea. To me it was heaven and just part of my Walden. The crows were here all summer and then one day you just didn't hear them anymore. I actually saw them a few days ago, a little bit north of here, so I knew they were close by. Now they are back where they belong ... in my world.

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Crows are one of the winter birds that keep me company in the bleak, un-green world. The starkness of their black feathers against the ethereal-ness of winter is so beautiful. I wrote about this a few years ago here, if you care to read it. I am so glad to have them back, for now. They are one of the small windows to nature that keeps me sane, when the rest of the world hibernates.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Forest or the Tree

what do you see,
the forest, or the tree,
alive and well,
inside of me.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Taken By the Wind


All your life
You've never 
Seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Taken by the sky
(Stevie Nicks)
 She is the sky and wind,
They breathe in her,
And make her come alive.
No one can say she
Is not a bird,
She whispers a song,
That the wing-ed one's heard,
 A flutter,
A sound, 
Only in the wind is
She really found.

{inspiration: listening to "rhiannon" in the car, ...these words came on, which i've always loved, ...sky was gorgeous, driving by the tree where i frequently see a hawk, and there he was, alive in mid-flight} (incidentally, i do like fleetwood mac songs, but the ones that are dear to me are all the ones written by stevie - they speak to me and make sense to my free-spirit) 

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Beauty-Ful

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I find these simply stunning. 
Nature is amazing and beauty-ful.


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Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Word Life

I don't do Instagram, although I would really love to because seeing pieces of people's lives is beautiful, and everyone has a story. Maybe this place is my story. Words from my life, shared. Bits and pieces, stray thoughts, ...glimpses into my existence. It's all here and it reflects who I am and what I think. My word life, one snapshot at a time.


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Rain Lullaby

i keep the window open,
and listen for the sound,
of pretty little raindrops,
falling on the ground,

 












it's chilly, dark, and damp,
but the rain is like a lamp,
glittering all around me,
and staining the autumn tree,

so i leave the window open,
and feel the chill bone deep,
i know the rain's a lullaby,
that will lull me to my sleep.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Emily's Words

Fall Leaves Fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; 
Lengthen night and shorten day; 
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, 
Fluttering from the autumn tree. 
I shall smile when wreaths of snow 
Blossom where the rose should grow; 
I shall sing when night’s decay 
Ushers in a drearier day.
 Photo - Van Gogh's Autumn

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Sad and Beautiful

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There was something sad and beautiful in the evening sky as I drove home tonight. Two flocks of birds darted fluently in the sky, and then became one flock, then back to two again. The cause of all this movement was a hawk trying to penetrate the shield that the birds became in order to protect whatever bird the hawk was after. It was amazing to see. First, above me out the front window, then getting smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, as I kept driving.
It was sad to think a bird might lose it's life.
It was beautiful to see the birds working together, protecting each other, and fighting for each other with everything that they had.
I never saw the ending of the story. But, to me the real story is how they came together and worked as one. A beautiful scene of birds that I can't and don't want to get out of my head.

Monday, August 21, 2017

A Breath or Two

The earth was silent,
Just a moment,
Even the birds watched,
Without a sound,
In only a breath or two,
The sun, The moon, stars
One together,
Another breath,
Then, gone too soon.



Friday, August 18, 2017

Even Angels

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Heaven must be watching me and you,
Cause even angels need something to do

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Night Bird

I've been pulling several all nighters this summer, not really by choice. I wrote this little poem one night in the wee hours to vent my frustration. And yes, it was an all nighter last night.
Tired - Ramon Casas

She is a night bird,
Awake all eventide,
Until the morning 
Lark song,
Is heard at dawn.

 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Captive

Sweetest June holds me captive in her hands, and the reverie she brings me blooms to over brimming

Thursday, June 8, 2017

I Have to Please Myself, So I Do

I've come to the conclusion that others may not necessarily see me the same way I see myself, and that is okay. This is a consequence that introverts must take because they are quiet and keep their beautiful thoughts and actions to themselves most of the time.
I know who I am inside and what my own beautiful thoughts are, and that I am capable of beautiful actions, when I want to. Sometimes it is more important for me to reverie instead of doing the things that others deem of high importance. I have to please myself first of all, and so I do. I'm sure there are other consequences of being an introvert, and maybe you understand my little early morning rant.
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