A WOMAN'S WAY

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.

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at: http://coloursandstuffl.blogspot.com/

Thank you so much Lorraine, for sharing your wonderful photos with me!

MY HEART IS HIGH

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.

WEATHER SPY

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.

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Photo courtesy: per orginal copyright at: www.cardensdesign.com/photography/nature.php

THE MIRACLE CHILD (Every New-Born)

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!

CAN'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING?

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.

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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

GARNERED

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 ...

OLD THINGS

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 ...

SNOW

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

silently

oh, God, how can I bear to die

and leave your lovely earth?

WINGED

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!

WHEN YOU ARE NEAR

The peace

that comes

when you are near

pleases and eases the soul.

TREES

You cannot know the loveliness of trees

Who say, "How beautiful!" and pass them by

Not knowing the great comradeship of these

Most noble presences of earth and sky ...

You must have lain beneath their arms at dark

Breathed in their fragrance with the morning air

Felt living coolness underneath their bark

And shared their stillness as an hour of prayer.

HAPPINESS

I hate to let go of a day

even though it is quite outworn and thin

and dusk is creeping, cool and shadowy

through the widening seams ...

Tomorrow I will gladly face the welcome task

of breaking in a new day

shaping it to me

stretching the narrow hours

to cover the length of my happiness

the breadth of my sorrow ...

But now, I hate to let go of the old day

so completely my size

and so threadbare that I can scarcely hold it together

another moment!

But familiar

and so very comfortable ...

THE OLD MAN

While the roses were blooming

And the grass was green

My old friend died

In a place unseen ...

He was getting on in years

He was eighty-three

A man of truth and wisdom

As hard as the old oak tree ...

His friends were the animals

He used to watch them play

And those animals were there

The day he passed away ...

In the middle of the meadow

Near the tree line end

The old man sat down to think

But he never got up again ...

Now our friend is gone

And as I walk by

I see the look of sorrow

And a tear in every eye!

UNDERSTANDING

When I see a red bird

Perched upon a tree

In a bleak December

Singing lustily

I won't say it's happy

Though its song seems so

For I sing, too, on dark days

And I ought to know ...

Know when words ring gaily out

To a listening throng

There may be a sad note

Threading through that song

Or a heart be broken

Though a laugh is heard

So it is with tenderness

I salute the bird.

DADDY

Daddy, let's go for a walk

Daddy, kiss me good night

Daddy, read me a bedtime story

Daddy, sing me a lullaby

Daddy, I'm going to school now

Daddy, I fell down

Daddy, help me up

Daddy, did you know how much I love you?

Daddy, please don't die

Daddy, don't leave me ...

Daddy ...

... Good-bye ...

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My daddy died in 1974, I miss him so!

MY MOTHER'S HANDS

My mother's hands
that held her belly tight
waiting for the day
with love like golden light.

My mother's hands
the day I was born
that held me to her breast
though her body was worn and torn ...

My mother's hands
that kept me safe at night
took away all the nightmares
and soothed away the fright ...

My mother's hands
that washed away the pain
my tears were her tears
like drops of salty rain ...

My mother's hands
like God's hands above
will forever protect me
with their soft and gentle love!

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My mom died in 1998 but I always feel her love for me!
She is so close in spirit!

IN MEMORIAM

The shadow by my side

is gone

the warm nose resting on my knee .

My fur-ruffed friend

who met me by the door

followed me from room to room

and floor to floor.

We dwelled together

on that rare-found plain

where animals and people

are as one

he was as much a member

of the human race

as our family that he'd loved

since he was young.

A bond between us

woven close of love

happiness and sorrow will survive.

And may we meet

someday beyond this life

where dogs die much too soon

and leave their masters

still alive.

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Sammy, who is in the picture, died in 2005, he is missed dearly!

A WIDE BED

A warm back in a wide bed

while heavy snow through the silent woods

has curtained off the smallest sounds

beyond the dark ...

A light caress in a warm bed

while winter wind with a low laugh

invites the trees in their downy dress

to share a dance ...

The length of you and a deep love

while snow, wind and a winter night

are locked outside beyond the warmth

of a wide bed.

BEAUTIFUL FRAIL THINGS

I have drunk joy today
I have mastered fate
I have known what it is
To conquer and create ...

Sometimes I ask myself
After days like this
"Have I no longer need
of his kiss?"

But when I see tired eyes
Quickened with light
As a lover's footstep
Sounds through the night ...

Or when I hear a little child
Laughing alone
Telling what it might be
When it is grown ...

Then I no longer doubt
That my love must be
Beautiful frail things
Have need of me!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

It's been so long since I have posted or visited any of my special blogger friends. (So sorry!)

I have not forgotten any of you and came on today to wish all of you a most Wonderful New Year!

I hope 2010 brings each one of you many blessings and much joy!

I miss all of you!

I will return but just do not know when as I am still not feeling quite up to par!

The picture I've posted here was taken at Thanksgiving when my family was in Vegas.

We had a wonderful time there!

Well, I must go as I want to get out and enjoy this beautiful Colorado day!

Take care my friends and enjoy each and every moment of your life!

~Love and light~

Margie