Wintry Sun

winter sun beauty
high up in the sky
muted grays smokey blues
and gentle on the eye
tender sun setting
silver orb aglow

let me give this
gift to you
as proof-
I love
you so.

summertime revelry

Summertime dreaming
the beating waves of sunlight
thick
on my back
...bags to pack
...places to see
summertime revelry.
Let's set sail.

Misty Monday

Mist-it enshrouds us this morning
Vapor it hangs in the air
Everything gray all around us
And so we sit and we stare

Was that an apparition I just did see
behind me, no-over there?
Such is the Appalachian way
in the mist, tread here
but also beware.

An Appalachian Song of Praise

Cymbals tinkling in the distance

Dancing to the night wind
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.

January Push...

for more snow!

Fog Line

A fog line caught hovering on a misty day.
:)

Sky Variations

Easter (last)

Easter Yellow (sunset)

Typical Appalachian Sunrise

Mauve Moon Sky

Spring Red (last)

Yesterday's Tangerine (sunrise)

sunrise

Color.
C'est magnifique, n'est-ce pas ?
Today's sunrise. I jumped out of bed and flew in the car.
Enjoy. I'm hoping that this satisfies any and all
tangerine carvings that you might have
in the midst of winter!!
Yours, louvregirl
:)

Mist Mountain

(On Writing)

Words like wine

distill it down

fragrant

wafting fruity smells

perfuming the mind

and decorating the soul

amber.

Spill it over-

filling the glass full up.

On Letting Go

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

intent

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

no words

forthcoming.

In This House

In This House

Winter solace
by the fire,
her hands warmed by it enough-
this life in the Appalachians was a hard one.

They lived here alone, up high.

The river ran by the house
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
still stands, 
a testimony
to the stark beauty
and purpose
of simple mountain living.

Summer Reflections in the Midst of Winter

This photo was one
of my early
photographs taken on a
beach in Florida.
It was taken, perhaps 20
minutes too late (as it is dark)
but I still love its vivacious
color and its
tenacity.
Colors really get this bold
on the beach.
Enjoy.
:)

Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow :)

Ice Hair Gone Mad

Tender Ice Hair (Very Fragile, Lovely White and Translucent)

Translucent Ice hair on a Winter White Background

Long Ice Hair
(Higher Elevation...)

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,
unfortunately. :)
...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!
Yours,
louvregirl.
(I may not hike out
today as it is colder,
snowing and blowing
blustery snow.
The woods is once again,
awash in
winter white
powdery
snow.)
:)

Ice Hair

O.K.
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...
everywhere!!
I mean everywhere.
So I wrote a poem
about it (of course.)
Stand back.

ice hair here
ice hair there
ice hair
everywhere

It was awesomely beautiful and downright
hairy overall.

Click to enlarge
[So that you, too,
can get the same
(rather) hairy
effect...]

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
present itself
in the exact and very same fashion
each
and every
day?
Enjoy (the heck) out of these
friends
of the
Appalachians.

Lit Up

A bright sky and
rolling clouds
made this
mountain top view
just brilliant.