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A gorgeous snapshot of fall and winter  greeting each other. 

Poetically beautiful art by the Hand.

 

The Birds Have Their Calendars Wrong

Last night it was a cold one,

Came near to zero degrees,

So today when I saw you little quail,

I wondered how you didn't freeze.

It seems the birds have their calendars wrong,

They don't leave or come like they should,

The stubborn little things have clipped their own wings,

Now they can't fly out though they wish they could.

The Girl Who Likes Ravens

I swear the winter Ravens come to me out of the blue. I saw this big guy out and about today, and then at the library book sale I saw a kids book called, "The Girl Who Liked Edgar Allan Poe," or something like that. After I grabbed the picture of the crow, he flew up to a roof and cawed like crazy ~ (see this post). There are some things to like about winter, after all.

I've Noticed Trees

The thing I've noticed about trees is that they do not have a good or bad "side."
They photograph well any way you look at them. They cannot help but be photogenic
because their souls are beautiful, and it comes through.

Beautiful every which way
They stand tall and ready all the day

Copyright A. Rich 2015, All Rights Reserved

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior is born
Christ, the Savior is born

Eponine's Tears

This morning getting ready for the day, I looked out my window and saw rain drops. Raindrops always make me think about Eponine from Les Miserables. I am not sure why, but I envision her walking through rain and her teardrops mixing with the rain on the French streets as she mourns Marius, ...but now I imagine, they would flow for Paris.

by Joseph Zbukvic

Emily Reminds Us

Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson! With this quote, she reminds us to enjoy each and every day!

That it will never come again 

is what makes life sweet.

 

 ~Emily Dickinson

 

 

Congregate

When the skies get pale ~ they are streaks of coal,
Jet-black and quick-like burning the sky.
Lonesome and frost-bitten,
They congregate to cry out their cold-cries,
And their breath hits the air like a puff of engine-exhaust,
Sputtering out as an after-thought,
An ethereal-poem released,
Hanging mid-air for a moment and then disappearing,
Over the branch into the common-air,
Who swallows it up in one bountiful-gulp,
 And the raven-birds create tension on the quiet-branches,
That draws my impatient-eye to them.
Seeking change I congregate with them, a respite from the bitter-cold.
The lifeless-branch moves, and I cannot look away, .....I will not look-away.

                             ~~Bookishkind, Copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved

This is My Autumn Prayer (Repost)

I wrote this 5 years ago and I try to repost it every year. We have much to be thankful for!

 

(Autumn Prayer) ~ I Raise My Cup To Fall

I raise my cup to fall, to blessings given one and all.
The harvest bounty laid, before eyes and hands bent in Grace.
 

                        ~Bookish Kind

Close Up

Fall - Autumn - Harvest Time - Whatever you may call it, there is nothing like it. Here is a close up in case you need one.

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Winter Kin

The sky is your playground,

Yet you seek a friendlier place,

For a time.

Before you leave,

You paint the sky,

With feathers and song.

I will remember you,

All season long.

Yet

Here comes the winter kin,

To take your place,

To make the cold,

A friendlier place,

For me and my kind,

Who drench themselves,

In what they can find,

When scarce it becomes.

Silence

Silence can be a good thing and often times there are good reasons for it. I've had a season of silence lately, but words are starting to spill out here and there, and maybe, or maybe not, I'll start writing thoughts again soon. My mind has always been wired with words, words, words, and the need to spill them out is why I write here. Silence begets words.

Silence begets thoughts for me,

A certain sort of reverie,

Is required to have fruits of any kind,

That flow with freedom from my mind ~ 

First Breath

As I walked out of Church today, I felt 

fall's first breath in the air.

Now I can breathe too.

Walden, A Poem

WALDEN -----

A pond.

Simple, beautiful.

Everything was as it should be.

The clear blue.

The sky.

The evening star."

--(a found poem, gathered by me)

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