Gentle Morn

I awoke to a gentle, mildly orange colored sky this A.M.
It had snowed last night (about an inch) but it
consisted of frozen little balls that made for a compacted
slick layer of almost sleet. It was still lightly snowing
when I awoke. With school canceled (as the mountain
roads are not safe for bus travel when slippery)
I traveled out (on foot) to capture the color.
Unfortunately, my camera fogged up due to the
temperature change from the house to the cold, and
the first two colorful shots were not clear...
Top: Entitled "Can't Get Enough Blue"
[taken on this Saturday (past) road trip.]
Bottom Two: Gentle color from a
February morning. The temps here are
milder now so even though
we had a light snow,
it is still enjoyable out!

V is for

valley.

Mystic Ice On the Blue Ridge

The Blue Ridge Parkway was clear this week
as we have had temps in the mid 30's with an
occasional 42 thrown in (for a few hours.)
The normally thick ice and snow have melted
back to expose this Ridge Top road once again.
The Parkway has a series of huge double gates
that they close (or open) every few miles depending
upon the road conditions...I was delighted to find the
trail to the south (this has some of the best
long views found atop the Appalachians)
open late in this week (past) so I seized
the opportunity to travel as far as
I could to 'spy' good potential photos.
And here they are. The setting sun was
silvery upon the still frozen ice of
Julian Price Lake near Blowing Rock,
elevation about 3850.
...Make sure to note the mystic
series of circles in both photos of the
frozen lake.
How cool is that?
:)

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.
:)