Sunday, January 30, 2011
Black sky like velvet, around me
The woods, quiet I can swim in
Big dipper twinkles surrounded
By stars that glitter like gold
There are so many stars in the night sky
In my mind I can touch and to hold
I think not that I will tire nor grow weary
Of mountain glories revealed
A song of praise wells up within me
Each time my soul rests on these hills.
A feast for my wanting mind's eye
is around every turn
up the big hill near the hollow
for you forever I'll yearn.
Pray tell do not forsake me
I pray these hills ever will stand
A testament to the glory of God
all fashioned by His own hand.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
That You Would Say “I’m Sorry”
Words would sooth
the ribbon cuts that you made
by your heartless actions
by your veiled simple cruelties
by your calculated
to pull out all of the underpinnings in my life
and see to
the crafting of my demise.
What drove you to this?
What motivated you?
The vexing nature of this thing
hangs ‘round me as a chain
to this day-
but there are
Sunday, January 16, 2011
by the fire,
her hands warmed by it enough-
this life in the Appalachians was a hard one.
They lived here alone, up high.
and constant was the flow of it
down through this valley.
In this house, her hands
moved with grace
to crochet the baby
bonnet that matched
her wee pink cheeks
and clothed her naked head.
A single blond curl
over the infant's brow peeked
through the bonnet her mother fashioned in this house.
An apron sat on a peg near the fire
in this house.
In this house, cooking perfumed the timber
and filled the wood with savory spice.
In this house a man and his wife
made a life
carved out of the mountain’s belly.
Years have passed by
one by one
but the chimney
laid stone by stone
to the stark beauty
of simple mountain living.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Long Ice Hair
I (just) couldn't resist taking one dog
and hiking higher (about a mile up
across the road; circumventing 3 hollows)
to see what it was like yesterday.
The higher elevation I got,
the more prolific was the hair-
ice phenomenon! These are from yesterday
afternoon. Alas, as I was hiking, the
temperature was slowly creeping
upward ( from 20 in the early morning)
and occasionally, the wind would blow
in over the mountains. When it did, I would be
SHOWERED with little ice hairs,
all over my face and person. What was neat
as well was that all over the surface of the
crystal-white snow, there was a carpet of fallen
ice hairs, going this way and that...
forming a most delicate lattice
on the top of the snow.
It was truly unique and very
beautiful in its intricacy. However,
white on white sparkling in
bright white sunlight does
not a good photo make,
...But I wanted you to see it.
By late afternoon, the phenomenon
of the crystal ice hair was all but gone.
Hence, hair today - gone tomorrow.
Enjoy these pics though!
(I may not hike out
today as it is colder,
snowing and blowing
The woods is once again,
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I woke up this morning and did
the usual thing...
took the dogs out.
As I was rousing from my grog,
I began to notice strange
hairy plants all around...
I mean everywhere.
So I wrote a poem
about it (of course.)
ice hair here
ice hair there
It was awesomely beautiful and downright
Click to enlarge
[So that you, too,
can get the same
I'm sure that there is a scientific
name for all of this...hair.
The ice apparently
crystallized in long
spiky finger-like forms.
And, of course, being the kid that I really am,
I had to touch them. They are not as fragile
as you might think. They actually break off
(as spikes) and lay in your hand...until they melt.
Groovy-eh?? This should keep me busy today;
I mean...the wonder of it all.
The icy phenomenon lead me to ask,
does nature ever really
in the exact and very same fashion
Enjoy (the heck) out of these
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Yes. We are snowed in. Here in the High Country,
this is a regular event during the heart of the winter.
After about 4-5 inches of the white powdery stuff
many (if not most) of our roads are built with
too steep of an incline to get traction. Last night,
in a lightening idea brainstorm (could be, cabin fever?),
we decided to try and venture out to get....
deer corn (of course-we don't want the deer
to go hungry!)
We had had about 5 inches of snow,
and we concocted (mistakenly) that our tough
all wheel drive Mercury Mountaineer
tank with big tready tires...could (easily) hack it.
We did get down off the mountain to a rather
long steep incline that goes up (to us) off of the
main highway (which might have been plowed) but
after spying a women in a minivan partly on the
road/partly in the ditch, we tried to stop the car
on the incline. We kept sliding...and sliding....
so we did surmise (mutually) :)
to turn around and head back home.
In fresh snow, we have found if we keep
the vehicle moving (on an incline even)
we can continue on our journey.
You wouldn't want to stop.
When the Big Plow (we love love love him)
comes through (which it usually does daily,
except in the case of a nasty long drawn out blizzard,)
he puts down a huge spray of sand and of salt
making the road navigable
(until the snow again covers this.)
We usually piggy-back ourselves on the plow,
going out just right after he comes through
and does his miraculous work.
They are forecasting snow largely
for all of next week.
The down side for my teenage daughter is,
the local high school will probably be closed
all week (again, largely because the mountain
roads here are too dangerous for snowy travel
due to their pitch and their incline.)
She is sad (about this) and will
have to make up all time off by adding on to the
school calender at the end of the year (summer!)
or by attending school on good weather Saturdays.
And then-there are exams to make up, which
tends to make her nervous. But we are well.
As always, I will keep you
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