Saturday, April 26, 2014

Whenever That May Be

Like the winter trees, 
Shed of their covering and 
Nocturnal in their rest, 
I nestle deep into my thoughts and 
Hibernate in deep woods. 
Stuck in my place,
I abide the confinement as,
I search for what expectation lies next, 
What comes in the spring, 
Whenever that may be.

Artist: Erica Yanina Lujan
I've no idea where these thoughts came from. 
I am still exploring their meaning, if any. 
They were written in the dead of winter. 
Just now coming to light again. 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Morning Bird

It's been a long night tonight - so long in fact that I am just now hearing birdsong at 4 am. Not having gone to bed yet, it's quite unexpected and welcome. Not only for the beauty of it, but also because this girl isn't an early bird at all, at least not in the usual sense, so its not something I am used to!
Photo from Outerbridge Ebay Seller
This morning I am!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Night (and an edit)

The night is darkening round me

By Emily Brontë 
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go. 

Edited: Late last night around 2 am there was a storm that came through with voracious winds. As I watched it, I wanted to step out into it and face those winds and be caught up. This morning the leftover gusts still lingered and swept through the trees long branches like wind blowing through long hair. Again I was thrilled with the storm and could not bear myself away from watching it. 
Nothing can move me, I cannot go.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Spring Trend

I dance joyful in a new spring trend,
A nod to things made dawn again ~