Sunday, January 29, 2012

White Feathers

The sleeping earth is blanketed once again.  The soft white coverlet has built up one feather at a time, smoothed and shaped by wind, and now lies unbroken and waiting for the sun's blush.  What will the blank page reveal when morning comes?  Often it shows me what visitors have come in the night, and I laugh at the rabbit tracks and squirrel tracks, the faint scratches of sparrows.  It also conceals, and the shrubs and stones in my yard become indistinct piles and lumps of snow, waiting for warmer weather to be revealed once more.

But for now it's night, and I look out the window at the fresh white crystals encrusting the branches of the larch outside, and hope that the beauty will last until morning.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I'm back!

Though many a day I've been away,
It is not idle I've been,
In sun and shade, through wood and glade,
So many things I've seen.

The sounds and sights, now bits and bytes,
Within my hard drive wait
And so to you, my faithful few,
I send what I create.

Hello to all my followers!  Once again I am taking up my pen and paper, well, laptop, and allowing the poetry and prose that's in my heart to spill out into my blog for all the world to see.  I will again be illustrating said poetry and prose with some of my photos.  I have been working hard on my camera skills, so I hope that you enjoy this renewed offering!

Cheers, all!