Sunday, May 28, 2017

A Graveyard of Buried Hopes

I'm sorry. I don't like {what I have seen of} the new series, "Anne With An E." I wanted to like it, but my little kindred heart wants to break when I think that someday, 30 years on from today, girls over the world will think that this new Anne Shirley Cuthbert! {yikes}, is the dear, wonderful, kindred Anne Shirley from Lucy Maud Montgomery's exquisite books. She is just not. 

Please kindreds, let's hold this Anne in our hearts, for as long as we can, and pass her onto the next generation so she is not lost. Otherwise, my life will be a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Rain Lover

For the millionth time, today I told someone how much I love rain and stormy weather, and for the millionth time they looked back at me in disbelief. Rain-lovers are real, there is even a word for them. We can't all be sun-worshippers, thank goodness.

Rain lover,
Come and dance with me,
We will feel the rain,
And be set free,

Rain lover,
Don't you ever stop,

Rain lover,
Don't you ever stop,
In what's real,

Rain lover,
Come and dance with me,
We will feel the rain
And be set free.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

In the Trees

I saw my chance and took it,
Right there in the trees,
A waiting gap was open so,
I pulled in and parked beneath,
The pretty blossoms in their prime,
This could be the only time,
To be sheathed up up in the trees.

Friday, March 17, 2017

To Think Where They Have Been

First, the colorful wings I spied,
Heard the soulful, birdful cry,
With one breath, my soul did rise,
Saw the nest, scanned the sky,
My people, my kin,
Nearest to my own skin,
To think where they have been,
Beautiful bird of mine, When
Will I see you again.

Monday, February 27, 2017

Shades of Evening

mildred anne butler

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Shelter - My Prayer Tonight

You are the shelter
I need to be my covering
When I need to hide
Myself away from
Human trials and
Things that happen
Outside of my control.
Cover me
Hide me
Shelter me

Sunday, February 12, 2017


I've been quiet this winter, but I can assure you that inside my brain, there is a flurry of thoughts, much like the flocks of birds I keep seeing. One day I kept seeing wave after wave of flocks that were stretched out very long in a line, instead of together as a group. Like seven or eight different flocks coming one after the other. Makes me wonder what they know that I don't. Much like them I am longing for spring and joyful at the little things that remind it is spring, and inside my mind, I am full of freedom, as if I am up there in the open sky, flying as a bird-long ribbon that caught the wind and is loose in the sky.