Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Rain Lover

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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,
Loving,

Rain lover,
Don't you ever stop,
Believing,
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

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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

Freedom

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.
 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Living in a Pastel World

Breaths come in cold, and go out pale and still. Frozen for a snap shop moment, then turning invisible. Looking up to the sky, her face is brushed with cold air as she breathes in and out, a pattern of white and pale repeats.
Living in a pastel world too long, she looks around with disdain. The roads have been icy just one too many times, the haze covers her view, hiding the natural beauty that surrounds her. Will this end soon enough for her before she goes stir-crazy?
Just then, she makes her way in the parking lot, suddenly turns, and is face to face with a quartet of winter birds, sitting in a circle feasting on birdseed that someone has dropped there for them. A winter miracle right before her eyes, no need to even look up. Beautiful. 
The crunch of the snow on the road is growing weary and old. But right nearby on the road, there is a little shed, colored a pale turquoise and covered in white frozen wonderland. Again it's beautiful.
Reminding her to love this time where she can. To get through it and appreciate the pretty little things that come only this time of year. She will try.


Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Girl Noticing.

by Dianne Lacourcier, called Keeping a Diary.

Here it is January and today I saw a flock of summer birds flying in the sky. Reminds me of this painting, pale colors of winter, birds flocking, and the girl noticing. Could be me.