Sunlight on the Water

'Sun Upon My Back'

I do believe that spring has sprung here in the High Country!
Today it is 40 in the morning and sporting a rainy drizzle.
The ability for snow to be produced
has all but fizzled out!
...And I'm liking that.

Here is a lovely photo
of the sun upon a wide and flat but
gentle stream filled up with the
remnants of melting snow
taken a few weeks ago...

The Thought on My Mind Today

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there is despair, hope.

Where there is darkness, light.

Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

(Prayer of Saint Francis)

A Haunting Sunrise!

Have you ever seen anything like it?
I found it amazing! Spring/February is such
a month of change and beautiful sky
formations here in the High Country
(I saw some this morning, vast swirling clouds
moving fast over the mountain peaks!) It is
already light out much earlier and the changing
weather patterns, winds and temperatures make
for very beautiful morning scenery if you arise
early enough to view it!
I love this shot. My husband took this.
Double click to 'enter' the shot and
get the full and the awesome
effect it delivers!
And...
have a great and
a very good day,
friends.
:)
Enjoy.

Morning Has Broken

'Nature's Stained Glass Window'

Sunrise: The Whole of It

The Remains of the Moon in the Early Morning

Spring Creek and a Poem

Spring Creek

I Am

I am the light that flickers luminous, upon the rippled water

I am the gentle breeze that tickles the nape of your neck

I am the happy smile of a child singing a riddle

I am the billowing clouds that roll across the very top of the mountain pines

I am the fiery glint of a reflection of the rising sun across the valley

I am the dog's white mane ruffling as she runs, full out

I am a baby’s gentle sigh

I am the hand of a friend slipped into yours during prayer-eyes shut.

I am the moon as it lingers.

Last Ice

With temps near 50 this shot of hanging icicles
off a rock wall (from last weekend)
is the last for the season!
Goodbye ice and freezing cold!

Lovely Views

A Poetic Exercise

An Ode to P.B.

Peanut butter covers all bases

It soothes hunger pangs and sticks smartly

to young children’s faces…

Craving for creaminess it all but erases-

P.B.

It’s nifty

And it’s fine

It is

the peanut divine.

Tho’ oft not alone

With Jelly atop the throne

Of bagels

And of toast

P.B’s the most-

P.B.

When payday is ahead, looming far

You search the fridge for a single jar…

On plain saltines, it’s above par-

P.B.

For sealing letters-

Whoever knew?

It sticks to me

It sticks to you

P.B. shampoo?

No, that won’t do!

P.B.

Can it stop a leak?

Repair your car?

Ol’ George Washington Carver

Rightfully made it center star.

It took him far…

P.B.

Has it been

In outer space?

How many starlets sagging faces

Has it graced?

And could it heal

The human race?

P.B.

P.B. elixir-

It’s on T.V.

P.B. in your gas tank?

It just can’t be!

And that boo boo

There, on your knee…

Just rub

P.B.