Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
January
Yesterday the sun was outand it was bitterly cold.
I sat at my art table
feeling the sun warm my face.
Today it is up to 20 degrees
but it is very grey.
I mean very grey.
It is the dreaded " cold in your bones "
grey that New Englanders know all too well.
Even the dogs don't want to go out.....
A tufted titmouse flits about
on the branches of the birch tree,
pecking away at the branches.
For what? Bugs?
How could little bugs survive
in temps plummeting well below zero, I wonder.
It is hard enough for these tiny little birds,
their feathers puffed up against the cold.
What must it be like for anything smaller?
These are the thoughts of a lucky girl
living a life in a warm house.
Today I do not wish I were a bird.
Though flying somewhere warm doesn't sound bad.
I do not wish for anything in particular.
Well actually I do.
The sun would be good.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I watched you fall in love
I watched you fall in love
on a cold and cloudy day in January.
I knew the awe that struck you
the quiet that overcame you
the stillness in your heart.
I watched you stand transfixed
on the top of that dune
your eyes feasting on the colors of the winter beach
inky blue, wheat, slate grey, grey blue
and the yellowy pinks of the sun setting in the winter sky.
I watched you fall in love
and as I watched you
I received a sacred gift.
I love you sweet boy!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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