Catch a snowflake
Photograph postcards from the 1930’s
Re-read We Were An Island by Peter P. Blanchard III
Order chocolate tea
Watch the heron fly across the river
Make a thank you card
Light a sea salt candle
Tasks
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Thinking about the Geese
You were here before the houses were built.
Before the boats roared along the water,
before fishermen cast their lines out,
you swam along this river and called it home.
I envy your organization, your dedication,
your beauty and collected calm.
And I am sorry that we take so much from you,
so much for granted.
Recently Noted (and ignored)
No trespassing
No parking
No hippies allowed
No dogs allowed
No photography
No U-turn
Winter on the River
This monochromatic scene stares at me
for weeks on end in the deep winter.
And although I find it beautiful and serene,
what I wouldn’t do to see a ruby red poppy
jutting out defiantly from the snows.
River Ice
Your soft, flowing, frigid blankets
float softly on the river.
Frightened at how dangerously hypnotic
the spell can be, I step silently
away from the river’s edge.
Soil
This post was inspired by whattheducks.com
for Blogger Action Day, Save the Soils (which was yesterday)
I don’t think of you as often as I should.
Your deep, dark richness and heady,
earthen smells lay hidden in humble silence.
Is it too much to write about how we’ve all
sprung from your warm, nurturing embrace?
Perhaps that’s overly dramatic for this
tiny collection of words in your honor.
Suffice it to take a small moment of honest
gratefulness for your ever-providing
and life-sustaining nature.
Wednesday Morning
Morning daydreams chase the falling snow
in swirls of good intentions and solid ambitions–
with a sprinkling of old books, soft music and
cups of hot, honeyed tea, I settle down to
work with the pup at my feet.
Gypsy
Remember the time we danced at the fire?
We threw rocks on the water while holding hands,
we watched the moonlight
rain on the caravan’s tin roof,
we hummed soft songs at midnight
and rocked ourselves to sleep.
Must have been another lifetime…
Around
Wrap yourself around me
and keep me warm.
Winter Thoughts
Thoughts in winter stumble with
a stop-action rhythm
both jarring and comforting.
With hard edges and delicate skeletons,
they push to the forefront of consciousness;
greedy, needy and completely camouflaged
in the light of the cold January sky.
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