Monday, May 11, 2015

The Years ~

I love to think of age, not as old 
  but as something soft and white 
  into which one cuddles, as youth departs 
  to sail through their life's twilight.

To sail seas not dreaded, scorned or feared 

  but in sail-boats that smoothly glide 
  with wide-spread sail to temper the gale 
  full-matured, not withered and dried.

Embittered not by past's vexing sea

Strong with wisdom's poise and pride 
Glad to welcome, yet, patiently wait 
  a rising, outgoing tide.

(I am taking a blogging break for a month or a little longer ...

  I have many projects planned, like painting all of my house 
  and planting a garden and I am very busy with my granddaughter.
  So, see all of you dear people in June ...
  I shall be by today to visit all of you that paid me a visit while I was in 
  Disneyland ... our trip was amazing!
  Wishing all of you much joy in your lives ...
xxx

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

For Fun ~

A song _  did you hear it?
A cloud puff in the sky 

Winter is melting
The water is high!

So warm in the sunshine 
The gray catkins purr 
Green sap in the willows 
Is beginning to stir!

The tulips are popping 

The crocuses too 
My head is awhirl 
I've so much to do!
But I have spring fever 
It's driving me mad 
I'm ambitious but lazy 
Now isn't that sad? 

(photo is mine.) 


I am heading to Disneyland tomorrow 

with my granddaughter, her parents and my hubby.
I will not be online while I am away ...
So, till I return on May 9th ...


for now, dear  people 
we are off on a grand adventure. xo 

Friday, April 24, 2015

Give Me Your Gift of Time ~

For those of you who touch my life 
give me that something special thing 
that mirrors the depth of your style 
give me the presence of your being 
that lights up my life with your smile. 

Bestow upon me the greatest of gifts 
worth more than all money and gold 
bless me with moments of priceless friendship 
and magical moments untold 
endear me with your company, share of your life 
and give me your time to behold.

The gift of your time is the greatest of gifts 
that you can give unto your family and friends 
and nothing's more precious to me than those 
hours 
of concord on which my life depends! 

(photo is of my niece and I 
  we spent a lovely time together.) 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Call of Spring ~

He calls to me _ I know it now 
  that bird with cheery song 
to let my duties wait awhile   
  and come _ the day is long.
He's telling me it's springtime 
  there are violets in the wood.
I feel I can't refuse to go 
  I don't see how I could!

Out where the shadowy vistas are 

  aglow with sunshine Gold 
the forest flowers are carpeting 
  the spongy _ leafy mold.
Oh! _ I must see it all again
  and hear the brooklets sing!
I cannot still this heart of mine 
  for it is answering spring!

(Photo is from springtime last year

 this is my neighbor's yard.)

Friday, April 17, 2015

I Should Not Mind ~

I think I should not mind to die 
If there beside me where I lie 
I could take memory of days 
I have so deeply loved _ the ways 
Of childhood and youth that throng 
Could I but take these things along _
The sudden rapture of the blessed 
Holding my first-born to my breast 
Or, could I take those happy hours _
When children fresh-bathed, sweet as flowers 
Ready for bed, would look at me _
Expecting wisdom, trustfully 
Heaven must be with wonder sown 
To match the riches I have known _

(My son and I ... he is one of my greatest joys

  and has brought so many riches to my life.) 

Monday, April 13, 2015

To An Oak ~

I can't write as Kilmer, you see 
Yet, I adore you, lovely tree _
Your graceful curtsies in the breeze 
As you converse with other trees _
The season's altering of your dress 
Your firm and sober steadiness _
While anchored on your lonely hill 
I admire you there so still _

You seem contented there and too 
Romance just seems to come to you _
I wander 'round just here and there 
You never travel anywhere _
You never leave your habitat 
Yet, you have seen things I have not _

I so often wish I knew 
How life there is liked by you _
If it is like it seems to be 
Even though I may be free _
I'm so often not content 
        Ah, restless me _
I sometimes wish I were a tree!

("Trees" by Joyce Kilmer is the  inspiration
  for this poem.)




Thursday, April 09, 2015

I Can't Remember Any of the Words ~

I can't remember any of the words
or the promises we made 
I only remember that you were there beside me 
and that afterwards we walked out into a brand new world together 
for the world was different 
and we were different 
neither of us was afraid 
because we were 
together.

The bright morning sun smiled upon us 

as the clear blue sky 
and the green hills of earth
whispered in hushed wonder 
as the gift of love 
was bestowed upon us 
praying that we would treasure it 
care for it tenderly 
with daily devotion 
that love might live 
forever and ever.

I can't remember any of the words

I can't forget any of the beauty 
when love was born 
when life began!

(On April 12th my love and I shall celebrate 

  40 years of wedded bliss 
  Happy Anniversary My Dearest, Darling Love
  I am so looking forward to our day of celebration!)



Monday, April 06, 2015

Celebrate ~

Savor the warmth _ bless the sunshine 
Smile upon the falling rain
Grow like a rose _ sprout like a bud 
Gather the strength you must obtain 
Reach for the sky _ welcome the dawn 
Sing out a song of praise each day!
Taste morning dew _ get high on life 
Stand up and bloom without delay 
Spread your fragrance _ show your flowers 
Be a bouquet for all to see!
Embrace the world _ know of its charm 
Live and let live and let it be!

Thank the springtime _ kiss the summer 

Paint all the colors that you see 
Dance with thunder _ waltz with showers!
Sway to the rhythm of the breeze 
Welcome the fall _ autumn's display 
Rejoice in beauty everywhere 
Nurture your love _ harvest your time 
Gather your joy and plant it there!
Relish winter _ enjoy the change 
Relax and take a needed rest 
Laugh and reflect _ stay satisfied 
Look back and know you gave your best!

(Photo is of my beautiful daughter at the tender 

  age of 30 months ... celebrating life to the max ... 
  she now has her lovely daughter Rose 
  who now carries on the tradition of the celebration of life!) 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Sunset Rendezvous ~

I top the hill and meet the glory 
of the sinking sun _
that marks the ending of the day
and shows his race is run _
The sunset flings a crimson curtain 
above the smoky darkness of the hills _
and that flaming beacon on the far horizon 
my restless spirit stills _
Then an aeronautic wind floats from the northward
as he sinks in an obscure sea _
all is gone except the twilight 
the purple trimmed hills and me.

When from that magnificent realm 
King Sun has fallen _
and has lain down on his pallet of gold 
the murmur of rills to the woodland is calling _
fairies their bedtime stories unfold 
and the soldiers of dreamland come over the hill _
with bugle and drum sweet dreams to thrill
hanging the heavy curtains of night _
upon an evening twilight.

Then tucked into bed my day-dreams sleep 
as the wind blows loudly down the steep _
there's nothing but darkness on earth's great lea 
for all is gone except night voices _
my enraptured soul and me!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Mountain Time ~

The long hours come and pass away 
A hundred years are as a day _
In mountain solitudes like these 
Where stand the ancient lonely trees _
That have survived so many men
As kingdoms fall and rise again.

The thunder of an avalanche 
A squirrel chattering on a branch _
The canyon wren with plaintive call
The rain and whispering winds are all _
That break the silence of this place
Where I have lingered for a space.

To be a small, unnoticed part 
Near to a mountain's unspoiled heart _
And now I must return once more 
To houses where each has a door _
And windows one must lock 
And minutes dripping from a clock!
************************************
"Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains." 
 -Jeffrey Rasley 

(photo was taken by my husband.)

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Afternoon Tea ~

Sleet spins down in an endless way
slivers of cold, a bleak-filled day
Wood burns with a crackling spark 
curtains drawn against the dark.

Tea by the fire _ fresh-baked bread 

marmalade - honey _ jam to spread 
orange cake with a sugar-rum glaze 
muffins _ buttery scones on a tray.

English porcelain _ antique spoons 

leaf-shaped cookies _ macaroons 
the fire burns to a soft warm glow 
sleet spins quietly into snow.

(Tea, anyone?  ... all are welcome!)


(photo is from Google.) 



Sunday, March 22, 2015

To This Day ~

Goodbye, sweet day _ O, Day of Days!
You've made my heart glad and you've made the world fairer: - 
The shadows fall faster _ the sky is rarer, 
And low in the west lies a golden haze . . . 
When in the years I shall know less of gladness, 
The thought of you, day, shall drive away sadness:
Oh, that I might keep you  -  the endless of days!

(Photo was taken in Moab, Utah.
 spent last weekend there with my husband.
 the days were beautiful as were the nights.) 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

You Were!

You were my alpha _ source of life 
My nourishment and comfort _
Your gentle touch and soothing voice 
Assured me of a presence.

You fed and nurtured _ reassured 

Compelled my very senses _
The stimulus that made me grow 
Was You above all others.

You made my being come alive

Like water on a flower _
I drank your love and baby bloomed 
In gardens that you watered.

You were the tender loving cup 

That made my own runneth over
You were and are my fountainhead 
Forever _ dearest Mother!

(my mother died in 1998 ...
 she is always in my heart and on my mind
 and a source of daily inspiration!) 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Rough Winds, Be Kind ~

Rough winds, blow lightly _
over this mound 
here lies our dearest _
in hallowed ground.

Springs rains, fall gently _
gently to bless
snows, fall as softly _
as a caress.

Let her be covered_
lightly as foam 
warmly as love _
for love is her home!

(for my dear friend, that recently passed on.

Monday, March 09, 2015

Blueprints ~

Here on the bridge to Dreamland _
Life _ just as we have always pictured it 
A home with a room for all, not too grand _
Family and friends about, who value simple realities 
Loyalty _ sincerity _ old-fashioned devotion _
Treasures upon which depression has had no effect 
Those who love us for ourselves _
Not for the accidents of possession and accumulation.

    A cottage, or a large estate _
    Spanish, French or out-of-date
    Rose vines? _ Yes _ and fragrant, too _
    More important _ You and YOU!
    There to share it all with me _ 
     Five or ten or fifty-three 
     Voices, laughter, movement, life _
     And an end to useless strife  
     Time to catch the sun's last beams _
     As I cross the Bridge to Dreams.

(my home is my castle ... 
photo was taken on a very wintry and snowy day.)

Sunday, March 08, 2015

Lest I Forget ~

Let me feel this heart break open to sound 
to music playing everywhere, in everything 
from birdsong to baby's cry to laughter 
to the bursting of seed pods, suck of the bee _

the footfall of deer eating my garden 
reeds sipping water on the banks of sheltered ponds
waves slipping over the bar drinking sand 
the rustle and scrape of you dressing in the morning _

Let me see cloud feathers turn pink, the moon's wink 
trees blazing in Autumn, the gray of distant rain 
out over a freshly ploughed field, dirt kicked by wind 
pain in a young man's eyes when misunderstood _

see the way a smile carries everything higher 
tears catching light, the tiniest of flowers radiant 
your hand holding mine when life is too heavy or wonderful 
and words have shed their meaning _

Let me know the secrets, the doubts, the hidden 
inside of burrows, the nightlife of foxes 
grace in the wing, a sweet chord
blended to a voice echoing the ache of life, the joy _

reveal the pattern of desires, the weave and woof 
of change, growth of a cell, the give and take of love 
lest I forget 
the very source of my never-ending thirst for life, for love _

Monday, February 23, 2015

Grief ~

Grief has tucked herself away 
inside a pillowcase of tears 
she sits alone
amidst the sorrow 
of a hundred days and nights 
that pass as shadowed memories
in an empty space.

No laughing voices 

warm the air 
cold winter 
never has a spring 
when death comes stalking 
with a frozen face!

(I am heading out tomorrow for my friend's funeral.
  see you all next week, take care and be well.) 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

My Love ~

You are the echo 
of my heart 
the rhythm 
beating in my soul 
from morning's magic 
to the evening's glow _

My thoughts 
are shades 
of you in verse _

Without your love 
my blood 
would harden 
in my veins 
and cease to flow 
the echo in my heart 
would turn 
to stone _

(I am always so thankful for my wonderful 
  husband as he is always here for me in the good times 
  and bad times ... I am especially grateful for him today 
  as I received news of a dear friend of mine passing away.)