Monthly Archives: February 2015
I watched them soar over the mountain. Their approach filled with longing. Their bodies skimmed the surface of the glass lake without touching. Voices totally silent now. Then their legs descended and they knew migration’s rest. I sat and pondered the morning’s…..
A jam packed Friday, surely no time to breathe. A day of warmth and sunshine. Could I do it? We have “snow” days where people yield to the weather. Why not “sun” days? It would mean I would not get a lunch. But…but….but…. Suddenly I found…..
Oh my little feather friend, how long have you gone unnoticed? The early morning sun drew me to your presence. The shadows danced upon your weave creating the images of trees. And the tiny sprig of grass making its way upward gave life…..
Oh sweet winter tree, cloaked in fog, what did you say? What did you whisper that stopped my scurrying as the ice laden fog gripped my own trunk and branches? I stopped to listen and see. My eyes tracing your trunk and branches. I…..
A frozen lake. A quilt of snow on top of the frozen lake. The wind playing between the hilly lake banks sweeping the snow. Sometimes life gifts a stumbled upon delight. Nature’s playground caught in action. I laughed, bowed, and said enjoy……
As the first day of a new set of seasons begins, the mountains called like a mirror. You have hovered and cloaked me gently Mama and Daddy. On this day, I give thanks for your presence. To you both, happy birthday…. we…..
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