A Man and the Wife of His Youth

A Man and the Wife of His Youth

The old man

Scratched his head

How could things have gotten this far?

As she lies so pale and lifeless in the bed

His wife of many years

Once a flower, fair

Her frail hand held so still, in his

And on his face, a single tear

Time is drawing them

To a place where one will go

And when he lays his body down

This place, then both will know.

For now, he dreams of yesteryear

And sees a dreamy glow

Upon her bent and snow white head

As he remembers

the thing

that they did know.

Ode to A Delightful Wild Flower Patch

Ode to A Wild Flower Patch


Tiny purple patch
the smallest of wild flower
Tiny violet patch
quaking under the wind's power
Tiny blooming bunch
you rise to greet the day
Tiny cornflower stars of blue
you grace the first of May.

Luscious, precious petal-
Four and a tiny face
Too small to gather in a bunch
The mountain wood your vase.

Tiny violet bloom
Alone up on the hill
Pressed now firmly in my heart
to remember you-I will.

Pretty in Pink...

I am 'in love' with the wee soft pink flowers out front!
We had allot of rain and wind last night but thankfully,
it is pushing to be partly sunny and a blustery but
overall a mild day...I am saddened to see that
my neighbors (to the south) did not fair as well
last night. We were watching the big storm front.
It rode from the south to the north along the
Appalachians, but could not formulate itself
up in (to) the higher elevations...wreaking
havoc in the lower elevations (only.)
God bless those who found
themselves in this storm's path
and are even now,
picking up the pieces...

Beautiful Spring Blooms

I am having a very lazy day! It has become
blustery and rainy today with front after front passing
over the mountains. I managed to slip out and catch some
of the blooms (in the rain) in my front yard. My favorite is a
big very light pink blooming bush that we have on top of the
'humpback whale road;' as I like to call it. The light pink and
almost paper-thin blooms are so delicate and lovely.
They are already attracting rather large bumblebees
and I did see one black and blue
butterfly on the flowers
just the other (sunny) day!
Enjoy :-)
(Taking this week off...
as my daughter is on spring break!!)
lg :-)

Easter Monday

Branch Obscured

Morning Moon Glow

Pastel

I was awakened this Easter Monday by
chirping, active birds and the soft glow of a
delightful half-moon in the morning blue sky.
I had never before truly understood the
intense white-light glow the moon gives off.
In the top photo, the hot white light reflection
totally obscures the branches that happen
to pass in front. Bottom: A pastel morn sunrise
through the (now) budding trees...
Enjoy.
:-)

la lune magnifique (the magnificent moon)

My husband managed to procure this magnificent shot!
The moon obscured by pine boughs...how cool is that!
Have a blessed and a happy Easter friends!
lg

Lovely Pine Framed Beauty...

Color Me Amber

When the moon is huge on the mountain,
a glowing white orb thrust upon an amber night sky...
be sure to linger your gaze there upon it--
a celestial gift of wonder
on its course, passing by.

First Tulip

A Gift

I 'spied' the first tulip near our house all
alone, standing in the sun today.
What a lovely, welcome sight!
A flaming orange beauty!

(Just One...) of My Favorite Things...

An Old Book.
1841 (Pennsylvania): "Sigourney's Poems"

I have been wanting to write
this particular post
for awhile. And I am so
hope-hope-hoping that our good
'ol world never 'converts' to all electronic books.
If they do, (may God forbid this one thing...)
I will (would) be so hurt, annoyed, disappointed
and well-- betrayed, frankly.
This book, "Sigourney's Poems" was written in
1841 (I paid $3.00 for it at an old book-type
rummage shop in central Florida years ago
and gave it as a gift, to my hubby.)
Its contents are Victorian English-type
poems, many about death or the dying
(with titles like: "The First Morning of
Spring, 'Not Dead, but Sleepeth,' and
The Dying Mother's Prayer," for instance.
I have to be careful when I open it (I like it that way.)
The etchings (and there are many...)
are glorious both in detail and in subject matter,
such as the one above, simply entitled
"Hope." I love it so much that I
photographed and placed
it on my blog permanently,
as "If Hope Were a Person..."
[I was thrilled (today) to find that when
I enlarged this etching, the author's name,
W.G. Armstrong became (barely)
legible to me. I seriously dig etchings
...just think hard of the work--they took!]

I am having a lasting and an
on-going love affair
with this book!!
Now--its out there! If you hold it in your
hand, you can see what I mean.
It measures (just) 6 inches high
and 41/4 inches wide...and it fits perfectly
into the human hand. The cover is
a bumpy, nubby patterned texture
with a medallion centered on its cover.
It feels awesome in the hand to hold
because of its nifty texture and its
near perfect weight. The color is a
deep, strong navy gray-ish blue.
It is well worn. The binding (and all exterior
scroll work and the printed title)
is gilded in glorious, rich gold.
I mean the edge of each and every page shines.
When you hold it in your hand...its magic!
My imagination runs wild...just holding this book.
I guess that that is (just) the point here-
the one that I'm driving at.
[Will your book or my book be held---
years to come...
with love and tender care?
And will it-would it-could it-
evoke someone's imagination
to wonder (about me, us...our times?)]
I doubt if one could say that
about
a
cold,
a hard,
(larger) non-colored,
non-textured,
and a non-gilded
e-book.
Just let them try.