Unspoken

(March Morning)

Unspoken

Do I wash up on the seashore,

To be kissed by the fiery sun?

For that’s what I sometimes feel like,

When my day is done.

And will I rise up to meet you,

Like a vapor that rises in air?

If my thoughts happen to find you,

Will you then meet with me there?

And if my thoughts rise like dew droplets

Strata upon strata they shine-

Will they appear like a rainbow,

With illumination divine?

If I rest in a quiet corner

With my hands folded nigh

On my breast,

Will you then stroke my dear forehead

And comfort in spite of protest?

In the quiet

Can I be like a moonbeam?

And travel through space and through time?

Can I touch gentle people-their faces

Reflections, of Your light sublime?

Tender hearts crocheted all together;

Knit like a sweater, so fine.

Function and purpose; One Body

And many colors combined.

And if I search in right places

And I mine and I dig and I dig;

Will you hold my hand beside you,

As together- we dance a good jig?

And if then we rise light, together

And come down in a place all green-blue…

Will you sit right here beside me,

My heart an echo of you?

Coming Soon!

Spring daffodil!
Stunning-that you are
Spring daffodil
Yellow super star...
Spring daffodil
Tender shoots ablaze
Spring daffodil
You're the perfect cure for my malaise.

I long to see you peeking through
and stretching toward the sun
adding wonder to my day
of dreams fulfilled and yet to come.
Proud you stand, and focused...erected
toward the sun.
Yellow petals
wispy
frills
both fantastic and yes, fun.

Spring

Photos from previous springs
(...today is a gray and rainy day here.)
Top: The daffodils were in bloom in the
High Country by March 27th last year.
I will go back to this spot and take a peek soon!
Bottom Two: 11 baby ducks and a magnolia blossom
celebrate spring (if you can say that
they have one!) in Florida.
:)
Enjoy!

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.

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...