the north winds preference

Cardinal in the Snow

The north wind shushes the sleet,
preferring instead
the lazy fall of fine snow
just dusting the cedar boughs.
And not so much
to weigh the afternoon down
with drifts
or discouraging sounds
of the opinionated crows,
but just the right amount
to suggest the coming winter
and all its heavy lifting.

But not today-
today is the first glaze of ice
on the path
with just enough substance
to lay paw prints
of fox and hare
across the dimly lit day
as it drifts
towards twilight
with the cold north wind.

Bouquets of Frost

Frost Flower 2014

Frost flowers 7 2014

Frost Flowers 2 2014

Frost flowers 3 2014

These astonishing whorls of ice are formed as the sap in the grasses and weeds freezes and bursts from the plant membranes to be squeezed into the frigid temperatures.

Due to our warm autumn, the plants had not gone completely dormant, so they were still filled with moisture. A perfect situation for the drop in temperature to cause these beautiful frost flowers to form.

Each is delicate and fragile. A mere touch can cause them to shatter. And a few moments of sun can cause them to just evaporate into the cold air.

Magical!

ephemeral, delicate beauty
swirled from winters touch
to blossom in the cold morning air

morning has broken

sunday morning reflections 2014

morning has broken

early dawns light
fills the morning cove
calling the mists from the water
to rise with the sun

like the first morning

sparkling crystals
cover the morning meadow
fragments of the full frost moon

born of the one light

waking
to the brightening sky
the cove stirs with
wild geese rising

Eden saw play

sound of baby’s laughter
fills the early morning air
joy rises with the sun
*****
Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Words by Eleanor Farjeon
Music traditional Scottish Gaelic tune

A Day in the Life

The Beatles tune keeps running thru my head -
“I read the news today, oh boy.”
over all the talking heads
and well groomed, earnest readers.
“And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh.”

Feeling lucky to have the satellite company
that’s feuding with Ted Turner-
leaving a block of channels
(ordinarily filled with opinion and conjecture
dressed up as NEWS)
just not there.

Sweet relief-
no news is good news.
We cuddle in the chill autumn air
watching breaking news-
wild geese descend onto the still waters of the cove.
Film at eleven.

“I’d love to turn you on”

** A Day in the Life by McCartney, Lennon and Harris.