Here I am again, awake on a beautiful summer night. The moon is bright in a star filled sky. There is a gentle breeze filled with the chorus of summer sounds and the June bugs dance across the screens of my open window. We had a bonfire tonight, the first of the season and then […]
Category Archives: the seasons
Here I am again, making an effort to put words to a page. I have not been far away, but my words have been locked in a place I could not reach. I am just now reaching that place, a slow journey filled with many bumps both large and small along the way. Though it […]
Today I decided it was a good day to tackle the outside lights. Why lights mean so much to me I cannot explain but they do. It is a feeling I get from them, One of lovely memories, one of sheer enchantment. I no longer have children who will do them for me, a treat […]
Here we are the end of January. I have not done well with my blog a day endeavor. It is one of those things I cannot do, force myself to write. Words do not flow in such ways but only when they wish it seems, often at the most unlikely of times. There have been […]
“How cold it is! Even the lights are cold; They have put shawls of fog around them, see! What if the air should grow so dimly white That we would lose our way along the paths Made new by walls of moving mist receding The more we follow. . . . What a silver night! […]
Not long ago I read about the seasons and how it affects each of us. Autumn was to be my time of awakening, just like spring brings the awakening of the earth. As I read the post I realized how true this is and how I come alive each year to a landscape filled with […]
“How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till […]
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty Swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount […]
“The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.” – Sara Teasdale
The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a madcap, galloping chase! I’ll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down The shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old […]
