THE PEA-GREEN CAR ... AND, GOOD-BYE

Here comes that vehicle again
with April at the wheel again
flashing its newness on the mud
of a spring road. Only April could
have crowded every lovely thing
that sprouts beneath a misty sky
from green shoot to a robin's wing
into a landau, piling high
narcissus, tulips, daffodils
lillies, daisies and jonquils
(though still unseen, the ghosts of them)
riding our way, leaf, bloom and stem.
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Good-bye

Due to unforeseen events and health matters
I am taking a break (yes, another) from blogging
I do not know when I shall be back or if I shall be back ...

To all that graced my blog with your visits and comments ...
May you have everything you're hoping for
Every special dream
Every little wish you make
Every happy scheme
Everything your heart desires
May it all come true
Because the very best in life
Is meant for all of you!

May happiness and laughter
Be a part of all you do
Today and ever after
May all your dreams come true!

Blessings to all ...

With love ...

-Margie

THE REASON

Do you know why the stars tremble
as the darkness gathers them up once
more?
Why the waves at the depths of the sea
tremble ...
when the tide turns back to find the shore?
Or why the willow trembles in the hush
before the wind?
Then, dear ...
You know why all my being trembles
when your arms draw me near!

WHAT OF THE NIGHT?

The night is a warm deep-purple mantle
thrown over the naked shoulders of the world ...
And it is thoughtful silence, ease from all
the busy noises of day ...
Night is the time for Shepherdess Moon
to tend to her flocks in the far star-folds above ...
The night is queen of half the peoples of the earth ...
No crown, but a bonnet of stars on her dusky hair ...
And night is a mother who croons a lullaby ...
to bring sweet peace, her gentle peace.

Such are the boundless beauties of the night
embracing sleep, the dress-rehearsal-hour ...
for one who comes to fold day's children close
and whisper low, "Your work and play are done."
The shades are drawn, lights out, doors softly shut ...
no morbid thouhgts need enter here
This is the Night, the calm triumphant end of day!

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Hi to all that visit here.
I will not be posting or visiting any blogs for a while.
Leaving on a mini holiday tomorrow... a skiing trip.
Sadly, I shall not be skiing as I have a knee injury that may require surgery. (I'll find out when an MRI will be done March 16th.)

Please keep me in your good thoughts (and prayers) as I so do not want to have the surgery!!!

Thank you!

My injury is very painful at times and I'm so glad to be going away for much needed rest & relaxation!
No internet.... I shall be with friends and family, enjoying their special company and leaving the cares of the world behind!
Hope I have some time today to visit a few blogs...I'll try my best!

Take good care and be well.

Margie:)

PHANTOM

Last night when the moon was free
I sent a breeze as messenger ...
to brush across your lips.
Did you turn your head, alert
because it ruffled your hair
so like my fingers, light as air?
Did you close your eyes to dream
and hear the rustle of the leaves?
It was my echo, whispering
my heart, my soul, belong to you!

And, always when the moon hangs low
should you but pause and wish for me ...
you will feel my presence near
lingering in every shadow
beneath the pale moonglow of night.

REFLECTION: "IN GRATITUDE"

The day was deeply overcast
with ominous clouds of anxiety ...
until your gracious word
and reassuring smile ...
let the clouds rain down cleansing drops
of empathy ...
to break the gray grimness
of irritant uncertainties ...
and let through the sunlight
making the world just right again.

A PROFOUND EXPERIENCE

You are a profound experience ...

like the opening of a rose

the birth of a child

sunset in Laguna.

My soul is colored with love ...

bathed in ecstasy

wrapped in warm pleasure.

You soothe my heart ...

like hot buttered rum

on Christmas Eve.

You are harmony ...

the perfect note

the exact color.

You are ......

a profound experience!

ORDINARY THINGS

So often, I'm moved by ordinary things
my "doses of reality"
the birds, the clouds, a song ...
I am ecstatic over the beauty of life
the loveliness of nature ...
the majesty of a building.

There are times when I giggle out loud
simply because there is not enough ...
room inside me to contain it
I call those times "doses of reality"

Then there are times
I am moved by
people who are hungry
and things in life that don't work ...
I cry for them, for their plight
their misfortune
and I am thankful for what I have ...
and what I am
and for what I sometimes consider
ordinary.

JUST DROOLING, THANK YOU

No, I'm not buying anything

I'm just drooling, thank you ...

drooling over the cookies and rolls

pound cakes, eclairs .... pies, too

all those doughnuts (chocolate covered)

and sticky buns all smothered with goo!

Oh yes, I know they taste very good

but they're bad for your health, you know ...

all that white sugar and flour

artificial colors of the rainbow

and cakes full of chemicals

with synthetic icing white as snow!

Yes, they make them look quite tempting

with colors of every hue

and just gazing in the case at them

starts my mouth watering, too ...

but I won't give in to tempation

for I'm just drooling, thank you!

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Actually, I do give in to tempation...I love chocolate!

And, how could I resist those cookies!?

WOODS

The lacy fern is my filigree dream
The tall graceful elm is the strength I would be
The calm I would have is the slow-moving stream
My love for life, the glad bird in the tree.

I CAN'T REMEMBER ANY OF THE WORDS

I can't remember any of the words spoken
or the promises we made.
I only remember
that you were there beside me
and that afterwards
we walked out into a new world together
for the world was different
and we were different
and 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
bestowed upon us
praying that we would treasure it ...
care for it tenderly
and 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.

ODE TO SPRING

As spring awakens nature from her winter's sleep

so does she with our souls, a rendezvous keep

and moves a winter weary soul to sing

a song of gladness welcoming the spring.

The poets too bow to an urge to write

a poem holding all of spring's delight

as if mere words could picture or portray

the soft illusive newness of a warm spring day.

Ah! one could search the whole wide world in vain

and never find such loveliness again

for what could we compare on land or sea

to sight and sound of spring's sweet mystery.