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.

The Forest or the Tree

what do you see,

the forest, or the tree,

alive and well,

inside of me.

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) 

Beauty-Ful

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I find these simply stunning. 

Nature is amazing and beauty-ful.

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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.

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.

Emily's Words

Fall Leaves Fall

by Emily Brontë

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

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.

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.

Even Angels

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

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.

 

Captive

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

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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Wilde and Free

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Wilde and free,

That is me.

The river,

The wind,

The air,

Alive in me.

Adorn my wings,

Like jewels to see,

Wild and free,

In me.

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.