Sunday, February 28, 2010


She wears her life's true love upon
Her breast - a gem - magnificent
And cherishes with all her heart
Its beauty and wonderment.

But also in some box she keeps
Bright colored beads she likes to own -
The light - the brief - the little loves
Of vanished girlhood she has known.
Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:
Thank you so much Lorraine, for sharing your wonderful photos with me!

Thursday, February 25, 2010


My heart is high with meadow larks
My heart is winging hills
My heart is where the tallest trees
Touch heaven's window-sills

My heart is wide with rainbow fields
My heart draws rivers in
My heart is reaching stretching far
Where ocean shores begin

My heart is deep with daffodils
My heart has songs to sing
My heart is deep my heart is wide
My heart is high with spring.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


I have known the sting of winter

on the warmest day in June

Despite what the weather prophet

quoted from his chart

I have caught the scent of lilacs

in December - Now I know

That the season's

in the rhythm

of the beating

of my heart.
Photo courtesy: per orginal copyright at:

Sunday, February 21, 2010


Oh, that your eyes
May see the blue
Of skies
And you may know
The sound of rain
And hear the wind
Against the window-pane
Oh, that your heart
May feel the
Flying souls
Of flowers
Through the air
Blowing across
The hills and plains
Which like a prayer
Sink deep
Into the very soul
Of all things
Oh, Miracle-Child!
May your heart
And mind and soul
Soar upon
Inspiration's wings!
Towards God and Man
And Earth and Sky
Where holy kings
Have made the soul
A harp which sings!

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Press your tender lips to the passing breeze

and feel my kiss

Catch a falling drying leaf

and hold my hand

Look to the sky full of clouds

and see my eyes

Dip your loving fingers in winter's stream

and touch my tear-soaked cheek

Watch fall giving way to winter

and know how I long for you.


Heading to San Francisco on Feb. 14th and will be gone for a week.
I won't be posting again till Feb. 22nd.
Wishing all that celebrate Valentine's day a day full of love and joy!
Take care dear readers ... I shall miss you while I am gone!
-Margie xo

Tuesday, February 09, 2010


If I should know that death will come for me
Before another summer's blossoms shed
With witchery of purple, blue, and red
Their sudden beauty's spell on bush and tree
If I should know that I shall never see
The radiance by a summer rainbow shed
I would not have you grieve when I am dead
Believing me denied such luxury ...

For I have loved this fleeting life so well
Its color, fragrance, joys of night and day
So conscious have been of every leaf that fell
Responsive to each birdsong of its May
That I have stored rich memories to be
My dream of life through all eternity ...

Monday, February 08, 2010


I love old things
Weather-beaten houses with moss-grown roofs
Where memories of generations cling
Old china fragile as the lily hands
That painted blossoms on it long ago
Brasses from those dimly lighted shops
Where skull-capped ancients peddled hammered ware ...
Old books where scattered margin notes
Are indices to histories never told
Old people who have aged like ivory
Made beautiful by time's poetic touch
Old loves that remember music
Are sweeter as their memory grows old
And pictures on whose colors time has laid
A hand that tempers them to golden tones ...

Thursday, February 04, 2010


The snow is so beautiful, God
it turns the marsh grass
into plumed scepters ...
bends the pine low
frosts the hedge
the sky is the color of the inside of a shell ...
a lone duck flies by
with a sense of urgency
ice floes drift on a pewter sea ...
and new snow falls
oh, God, how can I bear to die
and leave your lovely earth?

Tuesday, February 02, 2010


I held a part of Heaven in my hand today
Because I climbed a shining hill
(You of the valley will not understand
But if you've lived on mountain-tops you will)
No mortal stature ever reached so high
But I was all there is of earth and space
Because I climbed a hill and touched the sky
And felt its blueness on my lifted face
I was a God-child with new wings to wear
New wings so wide their feathers brushed the dawn
They silvered all of everything: the air
I breathed ... the living ground I stood upon
How dark the world! How dull all worldly things!
Today I wore an angel's lilting wings!


The peace
that comes
when you are near
pleases and eases the soul.