Thursday, March 3, 2011

Thomas's Poem




Thomas’s Poem; A Dedication to the Little Girl in the O.R.
(Tom, you were in O.R; attending…)


Heavy desperate feet pounding past
Chest heaving sweat-stained face
A Mother flies
By my open window
That cry
That day.
I drive by slow and cautious here
A grievous mockery
It is to see
That small pink bike on its side.
Tiny Girl who slipped away
A prayer for you I breathed
That day.
How is it that in your untimely death;
The tapestry woven by
So precious a mounting soul
Could join us together
So deftly?
And with (a) mystery?
(Leaving me to wonder
At a God,
All seeing-
What am I
To make
Of this?)
Dear God.
…Me at the road-side that day
And Tom
At your bedside,
Attending.
A witness
To your release
From this place transported
As silently into His arms;
you did pass.



(Copyright 2011, K.A.P.)

Cutie :)


They're Back:
This is a photo taken last year of a wee babe.
Apparently, last night we had a herd of deer visit
a pile of corn we put down nightly on the east side
of our yard here. Hooray! We have not seen many
deer AT ALL (like almost none...), even through
the rest of the cold winter after deer hunting season...
I found out this week in an article, that in
North Carolina the limit per person for deer
during hunting season is SIX (6) deer. I was shocked.
Add to that, we have a neighbor who I'm sure...
bagged his limit on this mountain.

Anyway, on to my story...This morning when I
let the dog out I noticed that the poor deer had
gotten confused and smashed a chicken wire
fence with posts down in two places during the night.
They could
have turned around and freely gone
back to the
woods where they came from, but alas,
instead,
they busted the fence in an effort to get
across the back yard. They are back (!) but
I hope that they learn to navigate the new fence!
I'm not a hunting prude but we
do not care to hunt on this property.

Looking forward to more visits
from our furry wide eyed friends.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sunset Glorious












May the sun rise before you
and set in your back pocket.

(...a 'catalog' of sunsets
~~through the years~~
that I have loved.)

Hawk's Beak



I have endeavored to recreate the photo
that I currently use in my header.
Somehow, the photo doesn't perhaps look real...
but it is! These two shots were taken just
around sunset on a relatively clear day from the
same location as the top shot (but a year later!) It demonstrates
the ripples of mountain ranges in the forefront
that we are surrounded with here in the Appalachians.
The sharp and curved little mountain top
protruding is aptly named "Hawk's Beak." There is a
faint orange-yellow line in the sky that is mesmerizing!
I love the way the tree line shows up
almost inky-black in a shot at sunset
in the Appalachians...

Monday, February 28, 2011

Yellow


Setting sun that blazes
Resting on the ridge
My spirits lift-to you I sing
For the blessing that you bring.



Yellow sky that shimmers
Piercing soul and eye

We await the setting sun

As night time draweth nigh
...



Yellow sky
A present

Tied with sunset's bow

Up upon the mountain top

As higher we did go
.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Hodgepodge


Scenic Vacation Spot?




Rainy Spring Flowers



Doves In Hiding

Last night, I was sorting through 'old' photos
and stumbled upon this one at the bottom.
It was late winter (a year previous) and
a group of doves
took to hiding on a
downed tree branch
in our backyard.
Can you count them?


I am (currently) dreaming of spring. The middle shot is of
rainy spring flowers in Morrisville, N.C. (years previous.)
Looking forward to planting myself and waiting
and watching for the blooms to shoot upward!
Yesterday, I saw the single green shoot
of a tulip coming up by a neighbor's hedge
and I had to do a double take!!
It can't be! But I'm most happy about it.

Top:
A summertime dream!
(for Talon)
:)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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...

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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.


Monday, February 21, 2011

Morning Has Broken


'Nature's Stained Glass Window'



Sunrise: The Whole of It



The Remains of the Moon in the Early Morning

Saturday, February 19, 2011

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.


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