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Though spring has not yet blessed the trees with blossom, passing through
the woods this day, the sullen bareness of the dead tree among the living
draws my eye, its branches, like a skeleton, support the life nearby,
a chorus of creatures sing their dirges, oblivious that I have
trespassed in their woods, while the tree stands at attention and the world
goes on around, and through, exchanges its own life for hollow emptiness

No shame in being dead, for once you were alive,
and now you still bring grace and beauty,
no need for those around you to forget, to bury you or
avert their eyes from your emptiness

No, the world goes on, life goes on, better than perhaps before,
trickling rain, singing wind, crackling of your deathly limbs,
ruddy run-off water meandering across the path,
these create the harmonies that push life forward

©SpiritLed 2014

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Nature as a Child

After the darkness,

Blue skies surround me

Clouds drift on the horizon

Drifting away at last

Every day is different

Fresh and exciting.

Gladly, I look for

Hovering bees and bugs

Ice melted at last.

Just one warm day

Keeps me hoping

Long after cold returns

Moonlight sparkles

Night times stars

Overhead-your head and mine.

Perhaps I treasure nature

Questioning it’s rhythms

Reining in its surprises

Turning from chill to warmth

Until I come upon the first

Violet, a sure sign of spring.

Wonder if other over it as much

X-citined as I am

You may know-tell me

Zestfully smiling.

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Under a Rotting Log

Under a Rotting Log



It was a simply beautiful spring day.” She thought. She couldn’t help but take in the tiny buds on flowers, mosses, now growing on damp stones, even the azure sky over head seemed especially lovely.


She reached down and gently lifted a rotting log, encased in a curly gray lichen. Just as she picked it up, a shiny creature writhed towards the from underneath the log




It’s just a blue-tailed skink, laughed her brother, a lizard!


She felt a little foolish, still, after all the excitement, she was sure the memory of this spring adventure would remain with her always.


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Yes Spring Has Sprung!

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:


Leaves have begun to unfurl and show their beauty to those who wait for any sign.







Flowers in hanging baskets become all the rage





Even the beautiful Forsythia that lines this property had visitors!  I love this beautiful, very tiny golden bug.   I do love Macro for what shows up that I never saw .

Miss you all

We had our Garden Club plant sale yesterday wish it had been a sell out.


Painted almost the whole front side of our house today,  ouch too much.


It has  been so gorgeous here like a present for what we had to deal with this past winter.


I hope you are seeing better weather.  We go to Boston tomorrow and for the first time I am uneasy about traveling to the city I adore.  Mom has doctor appointment at one of…

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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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Spring, Finally

An urchin, infant, tiny new one comes,
but rocking, lurching to reality.
Spring doesn’t sing this year, but only hums
a whispered whistle. Can’t we now agree

that birth has finally, finally taken place?
The daffodils and robins do not lie.
Forsythia, like puffs of yellow lace,
tell us to winter we have said goodbye.

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with delicate and

slow unfurling

let me savor

then, every

curl and




is upon us

i’m here waiting,

an ear to your soil

and listening.





Amid this winter’s grey mist grip
our April mocks her Spring impression.
Rush hour red lights stop and start,
frustrated and my happened glance at

a waif like girl no more than nine,
she’s mouthing words of imagined rhyme.
I watch her whispering monologues
as she tiptoes boulders in the park.

Pure innocence her soft protection
from cruel worlds I suffer much too well.
I mouthed my thank you to the waif
and she tiptoed boulders until dark.



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and if i

sound wide eyed,

it’s because

i am.


a little

in awe of what

i’ve become,

so late

in my


written April 2013

Snow Coming?

Here comes the snow, just very gently now.
I wonder if predictions will come true,
that we will have enough to need the plow.
Six, seven, eight, the inches will accrue,

according to the weatherman. We’ll see.
So far it simply flutters through the air
with no accumulation. I agree
with weather guys, but only sometimes. Dare

I wish for one more covering? This cold
needs snow, a partner in the winter dance.
Please, just enough for memory to hold?
Then we’ll move on and let the spring advance.


Circles of cycles
move me farther from birth,
closer to death.
I do not acknowledge the latter.
Seasons teach me:
Infant blossoms in spring,
full bloom of youth, the summer,
a winding-down in fall, raking up excesses, lowered skies,
then frozen winter.
I know my season,
just as the clock ticks inexorably.


Don’t forget….

The sun is cooler now, the summer’s done

and green tomatoes sit upon the vine

all chances of them ripening are gone.


But autumn brings her own bounty of fruits

the countryside brings forth its harvest time

before we pull the plants up by the roots.


We bag and bottle, freeze and jar our gains

to use our produce through the winter time

And ploughmen till the land to sow their grains.


In winter’s inhospitable cold soil

beneath the crisp top coat of outer rind

begins again the farmer’s annual toil.


For out of dark and cold unfriendly clay

and even though we dismiss her from mind

The Spring will come and live another day.




I’m editing this to dedicate it especially to Caroline Rhein.  Caroline is the former sister in law of my brother Steve’s wife Jean.  She was just critically injured in a motorcycle accident, in which her companion was killed, and is recovering in the hospital.  It’s my understanding that she still doesn’t know about her companion’s death.  They had been out celebrating her birthday.  I met her 10 years ago, in April of 2002, when I was visiting Steve and Jean in Colorado.  We seemed to really get on well, and I never forgot that time visiting with her and the connection we made, although we did not stay in touch through the years since.  But she’s been through more than many people could endure, including the tragic loss of a son 3 years ago.  You can read about that in my brother’s blog here.  Praying for a speedy recovery for Caroline, and for healing in her heart for the many trials she’s endured and is still enduring.

May there be no violent storm raging deep within your soul

But may there be a summer breeze that blows, and does console

May you know the warmth of being loved, and loving in return

And if your love should leave you, may your light inside still burn

May you never become bitter, with cold and hardened heart

May you always know that every day brings with it a new start

When you can lay aside all the troubles you have known

And recall only the memory of kindness life has shown

This is my prayer for you, upon this August day

When fall is now approaching, with the leaves that fall away

May they carry with them all the things that take away your smile

So to lighten up your journey as you walk another mile


The journey is amazing, with such beauty to behold

But along the way, I know the winds that blow can be quite cold

I pray the flame of God’s great love will always keep you warm

And you will know to look to Him to keep you from all harm

Remember through the winter that the snow will one day melt

I pray that melting with it will be all the hurts you’ve felt

And when the spring returns again, with new life all around

May it bring you peace from deep within, and blessings that abound.


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