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I may have to put up a fence as I am falling in love

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Yes I come from those who had farms.  I always adored the animals that lived there but never had the time for one of my own lately though the animals around the corner are calling out to me.  I absolutely think they are adorable.
Want to see the subject of my affection?

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They love me too!  One eye on me and that black thing I have in my hand and the other eye watching JT in the truck.

Look at that pretty face  I bet you it would follow me home.

 

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See they have plenty!

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One of the others is complaining about me as the field had lots of younger ones with their moms so this one turned to see if it was talking to her yes the females have horns and I bet they hurt.

JT was mad she wanted to be beside me to protect me but…

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So Many Left Their Nests

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

As all the student leaving for college left their families behind to strike it out on their own they left their parents sad and some in tears.

Empty nests happen elsewhere
I now have not one but two in the Lilac out front just outside the kitchen window.

I watched the male Cardinal teaching them how to fly.
Offering chirps of encouragement. Cheering them on.

There was one last baby not wanting to go.
I was also sad to see them out of their warm little spot in front of my window.
Washing dishes would not be the same.
You see they had three clutches of eggs this year but this will be it till next year.

I will add the photos but sorry I could not get too close and the glass with this Nikon was not going to let me get all I wanted to show you but…

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Marie

From mountain side
it is easy to see
the turning of the earth.
The wind pushing clouds
creating shadows,
dark and light only
moments apart.
Up here the trees sway
slow dances in the wind.

I watch you,
perched on a rock
beside bubbling spring.
Completely comfortable
in your nakedness;
at peace with the way
skin stretches over bone.

I wonder if there will
ever be a time
when I, too, can let my
hair fall upon bare shoulders,
when awkwardness vanishes
in the folds of soft flesh
stretched toward blue sky,
when I can sit securely
on my own branch without fear.

The river runs thick this year,
higher and faster than I
have ever seen it.
Like you,
it no longer holds
its breath, but I
can’t remember how to exhale.


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s.a.d.ness

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Sunless skies, endless
grey clouded over grey crusted
snow, creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.

Winter, a slow
death by its thousand windy cuts
and imperceptable emotional fade, now
so few words shared between them.

All purple and
orange in full bloom swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, and
memories of their languid summer days.

Teal sky
days that start warm ending warmer,
their uninterrupted steady sun and their
sleeveless shirts and moist sweaty skin.

Sun, her kiss
once assured his unsteady heart. So many
purple and orange reasons to be hopeful but
March, always the cruel reminder.

written March 2013
revised FOR April 2013 :- /

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