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WE WILL WAIT

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We will wait up here in the tree

for the small birds to get their fill.

We will then head to the feeders

that will be chock full

They make such a mess and so many seeds they spill

In our beautiful red outfits they can never say  that we are dull.

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All photos were taken through nasty and cold winter windows
I wasn’t going outside to hang in the snow till it was time to shovel.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Return

I’m coming back, o yes, I’m coming back
from drug-induced exhaustion. More like spring,
I open, little at a time, and cling
to daffodil arrangements. Winter black

took all my energy and made me spin
out on my walking paths. I stand now, straight,
again feel able to walk through each gate,
hear melodies of birds, not tuneless din.

 


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JUST ONE MORE DAY TO GO

Just one more day to go
Yes February will soon be but a memory
We have broken so many records with our snow
I know I show you pretty pictures but trust me it has been dreary.

As the rains fall hard in our yard today
Birds are eating what I have offered them with added fury
Then I watch as they rush back to their fray
I bet when the sun comes back they too will be in their glory

February has been a lot like winters of past
The snow just kept dumping on us blast after blast
Snowfall records have even been surpassed
I am really amazed with all this snow and ice I did not end up wearing a CAST!

Thank you March for coming along hurry please
I will turn a year older wiser as well I am sure
I am actually looking forward to flowers covered with bees
I guess as I reflect upon these words if it was always spring I would be bored.

JUST ONE MORE DAY TO GO!


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Dry Spell

My hand won’t write, but worse than that
my mind can’t conjure up the words
that float on air like little birds.
Where’s the magician and his hat?

I’d wish that he might pull a song
from whence the furry rabbits come.
Please give me something, let me hum
a tune, a verse. It’s all so wrong

to be bereft of energy
for writing on this snowy morn.
Suppose ideas will be born
if patiently I wait? O me,

o my, I do not like this state
of wordlessness. Turn on the lamp,
light up the dark of writer’s cramp,
and fill the blankness of my slate.


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MY DAY

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My Day

 

It starts with waking

Then I watch the yard as daylight arrives

This place is so amazing

I can hear the Blue Jay cries

I hear the others chatting just outside the window

They flit from branch to branch

They pick up and crack seeds I put out the night before

Should I forget them they will actually fly into the window

No not by accident but to get my attention

They are as spoiled here as the dog and cat are

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Our Yard in January

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Trees have swollen buds

 

 

 

 

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The hill to the right of our upper gate is where my Perennials sit under snow sending out roots to grow bigger and bigger

 

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Where I will try to make a living fence of Roses and Raspberries. From the stonewall border of cemetery

along this whole hill with southern exposure.

 

 

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Southeast corner of the yard, along the stream.

 

 

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Covered in Snow and Ice

 

 

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One of our male Cardinals through the Lilac and Forsythia

 

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Another beautiful Blue Jay peeking at me too cold to spend the energy to fly away

 

 

With temps in the 50′s and 60′s this weekend I may have to go to Maine to detect and walk JT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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The Hawk

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

The Hawk could be heard today and with all of it’s calling,  all my little critters and birds stayed close to cover, hope they had enough to eat considering how cold it will be tonight.

They were smart enough today to stop from being THE MEAL

 

Hawk

 

Peace & Love

 

Eunice

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Pretty Pink and Reds

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We came across this beautiful site on Christmas Day
Stand right out PINK

I see Deer browsing the tops of what I call Lichen really not sure yet what this is I must look it up unless you know.

It was one of many gifts I got. Today these are under a foot of heavy wet SNOW

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One of our Pair of Cardinals I know you can see the pretty Red male can you find her?

Oh and do you notice the SNOW lol


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For the Thanksgiving Challenge

I’ve seen the change in him. His very words
have taken flight like little wingèd birds.
I could not know that all the hurt he spewed
would be retracted, attitude so crude

subtracted. Who, I ask, am I to doubt
this change?
Forgiveness on my lips, I shout
to all the hills and treetops: Thank You, God,
for changing stones upon the path I trod

into soft slippers. Now I walk the wood
and notice where that poison tree once stood.
Yes, what I thought would never change has changed.
I see the puzzle pieces rearranged.

And so I learn to never give up hope,
to look, to raise my eyes toward that far slope
where God unwrapped a present just for me.
I tell Him Thank You, don’t ask Can this be?


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Trying Villanelle Poetry

The wind blows fiercely in the open sky

The wind blows fiercely,

the birds chatter by,

in the open sky.

The clothes hanging in the open

tend to go for a nice fly when

the wind blows fiercely.

The voices become distant and weak

but the whispers of the nature

in the open sky.

The apples drop down the massive tree

residing in front of my house when

the wind blows fiercely.

The leaves and the twigs flying by

unperturbed, aimlessly

in the open sky.

The power of the nature can be seen,

its might can be experienced when

the wind blows fiercely

in the open sky.

Rules-

1. Five tercets and a quatrain with 8-10 syllables in every line.

2. The first and third lines are refrains and are to be repeated as follows-

A(1)

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

a

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

a

b

A(2)

a

b

A(1)

A(2)

*I haven’t paid any attention to the number of syllables, since I was trying this form of poetry for the first time.


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UP INTO MAINE

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Wells Maine

ROCK

 

Wells Maine

Wave Action Calm Today

 

Maine

Love the Curl

 

JT Our Border Collie

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It poured again this morning but they promised sun by this afternoon

So we headed north into Maine to look for treasure and so exercise.

The dog and I got too much time on the beach both of us hurting bad.

He found earrings and change.

We saw a hint of the sun as we headed out across the marsh on our way home

Too many rain drops getting on the lens so I did the best I could with these

I will try harder the next time.

 

Peace

 

 

 

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