shuffling.....

 

crisp leaves

shadows

shades of fall

Good news

 

 

I hang around the telephone

 

restless, anxious for it to ring.

 

it does!  and yes, successful surgery!

 



I go and make a cup of celebratory tea

The Fair Forsythia about to make its debut

All one needs

 

is a little warmth, a little light,

 

a little encouragement

 

 

and one can glow golden along with the fair forsythia.

Synz of Spring

A frosty February day here to foil the furry varmint – no sun, no shadow

 

the year’s first robin.  An early arrival trilling midst the snowy branches

 

 

“  whatthe’ell,  whatthe’ell ”

 

 

Vincent saw this, and related it to me

 

it brought a smile

 

and a sparkle to the eye

Shadows

 

a delight to my eyes

 

rare shadows, fresh snow

 

lit by a fleeting sun

It happened one night

 

I wake, and

Willow, laden with snowfur and diamonds,

rests her elegant elbows

on the porch railing

Trapped by beauty

This evening’s snow

blossoms on the willow

and creates a pure white edging along the railing

 

A false harbinger of spring?

Promises, promises….

 

A sympathetic sun

tunnels through low clouds

to deliver a promise to winter weary souls

Looking ahead

I sip my morning coffee

as the cars slip silently through

newly fallen snow,

and plan a bed of bright hollyhocks

for summer

Blue Skies, smiling on me…..

For the first time in two months

I travel the Yellow Lake Pass

through valley fog. 

 Arriving at the summit ~

blessed with misty hills and radiant skies.

My spirits lifted.

Burrowing

 

the small village,

wrapped in cotton wool.

 

Hidden from the hills;

 

waiting for spring to escape

it’s own cocoon.

Winter grasses

White linen

crisp and freshly sprayed

with frosted starch

High on the Hill

Ice crystals

gleaming, magical

transforming a resting world

with frosty diamonds

Radio City presents Handel

Handel’s glorious Choral Celebration music……

I close my eyes and listen to the horns, the strings

the pure tones of the soprano, the rich bass.

And I imagine the notes rising up through the nave

to reflect the glory of the music

in the tender, fiery sky

The garden on 10th Avenue

 

I pick my way to the church this morning

 

making my way over mounds of ice and snow

 

and as I am inclined these days my mind leaps ahead to spring,

 

or back, to gardens I have loved intimately

 

and with passion.

More Magic

Golden raisins, ebony bananas,

jeweled cranberries

and rich, crunchy walnuts

morph into tea time muffins

Behold the dawn

A raspberry sherbet

escapes heaven’s soda fountain.

lying in a celestial puddle

on the rim of the eastern hills

All a dither

an inquisitive blue jay

comes to my kitchen window

to inquire as to what I might be doing…..

Well of course, – running for the camera, with soapy hands -

all a dither!

Promises

 

today

in the sunshine,

against the blue sky,

the pussy willow makes joyful promises

of February opulence

January 10th, 2013

 

 

 

 

Just the two of us

 

my youngest son and I

 

and we have a conversation of sweet note

 

over a cup of coffee, a slice of birthday cake and ice cream

January 9th, 2013

 

 

 

 

The delphinium, if in the spring

it needs to be divided

plant the tender little new shoots

 

discard the hard old heart!

 

Can anyone credit such beauty

could hide a 'hard old heart'?



January 8th, 2012

 

 

Tuesday, the 8th

 

 

 

Under the snow lies the hellebore

the mariposa lily

and a myriad of yellow bells

 

all whispering of hope



 

 

Monday, the 7th

 

 

Once again we are enveloped

in great drifts of snow

the blue jays dart through the dark trees,

brilliant against the white flakes

that fall, and fall, and fall.....
endlessly.

 

 

 



Sunday's Stone

Sunday, January 6th, 2013

 

My new birthday slippers

tickle my fancy

and lighten my heart



 

 

Saturday,  January 5th, 2013

 

 

 

I dream of spring and apple blossoms

whilst Winter lavishes me with

grey skies, slippery roads

and the need for a cane -

 

which makes me feel like an old woman, alas



Friday, January 4th,2013

away with the garlands,

the toy soldier

the babe and the shepherds.

the candle stubs, the twinkling lights

but the spirit lingers



January 3rd, 2013

what magic garners warmth

from puffed up feathers?

January 2nd, 2013

 

 

Another small stone from the Similkameen

 

 

 

 

In the midst of drifting snow

I dream of blue skies

and pussywillows



 

 

January 1, 2013

 

A Small Stone from the Similkameen

 

 



delicate and slow to bloom

the paperwhites extend their lovely fragrance

into january

and I am reminded why I love them so.