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Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 08, 2020
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Thursday, May 07, 2015
A Duck Story
A girl-duck and a boy-duck are swimming leisurely on my pool, which is yet to be prepared for summer...
This way... That way...
...beauty in the mirror of the dark water...
Suddenly, a rival arrives...
The girl-duck promptly retreats to the safety of the lily of the valley yet to bloom... She waits... Do I detect a mischievous sparkle in her eye?
The boys have a game of war to play... Notice how the water around them tells their tale...
They both fly away. Then, after a while, one comes back. Peace has returned at last... Which one is he? I think it's the rival who's gone...
So beautiful, regardless...
By the way, Chick with a Quill turns eight today... :-)
This way... That way...
...beauty in the mirror of the dark water...
Suddenly, a rival arrives...
The girl-duck promptly retreats to the safety of the lily of the valley yet to bloom... She waits... Do I detect a mischievous sparkle in her eye?
The boys have a game of war to play... Notice how the water around them tells their tale...
They both fly away. Then, after a while, one comes back. Peace has returned at last... Which one is he? I think it's the rival who's gone...
So beautiful, regardless...
By the way, Chick with a Quill turns eight today... :-)
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Taking Turns
This pair of cardinals has been gracing my backyard for many years and I was very worried about them during the brutal cold we had a few days ago, minus 18 F or minus 36 F with the windchill...
But here they are, on this balmy day of 12 F... Big sigh of relief...
They're always taking turns. He eats, she watches. She eats, he watches. Could be also because there's not enough space for them to eat at the same time... Welcome back!
But here they are, on this balmy day of 12 F... Big sigh of relief...
They're always taking turns. He eats, she watches. She eats, he watches. Could be also because there's not enough space for them to eat at the same time... Welcome back!
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| He watches... |
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Saturday, June 21, 2014
Bunny Time
Now
it blinks here
Soft
and fragrant
Daydreams
in a bed of clover
Now
it stretches
Into
shadows
Onto
crunchy forest floor
Clover
Moon
Then,
Moon and clover
Brother
bunny
You
and me
(to a sweet bunny on this longest day of 2014)
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry Christmas!
hmmm, what is winter?
snow snow snow
funny things in the snow
pensive in the snow
funny colors in the air
winter is nice
Merry Christmas, everybody!!! May your hearts and lives be filled with love and joy!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
First Snow in November
The Winter Queen is dancing
above the town
When she sways
and swirls
to the music
of angels
or of the spheres,
her ball gown
-regal as she is-
sheds pearls and diamonds
on her subjects
They make luxurious jackets
for trees and squirrels
and turn into hot kisses
on my eyelids
My backyard on this evening of November 27th, 2013
My backyard on this evening of November 27th, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!!!
Friday, March 08, 2013
Ta-da
take five rays of sunshine
dip them in the sky
next borrow a leaf
from a daring snowdrop
brush your fluffy cat
dreaming in your lap
gently
till you get some red
listen
listen
listen
to the children’s laughter
to the robins’ song
find a little buzz
from a little bug
bravest of its kind
put them all together
-no instructions needed
only enough love
on your fingertips
yes
this is how you weave
the tapestry of spring
This
week, the prompt at Geraldine’s Woven Dreams is “weave.” I know I’m late, but
you know what they say…
Last but far from least, I
would like to dedicate this (almost) poem to all the girls in the world, young
and old. Happy International Women’s Day!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Missed October
I haven’t stopped in a long time to smell the roses… or the chrysanthemums… and not even the coffee steaming in my mug. I missed crisp, fiery, possibly-my-favourite-month-of-the-year October entirely –this is the first year I haven’t prepared at least one Halloween story or poem- and I am almost inconsolable… I also miss you, my blogging friends, and the creative environment of our community, and the warmth or your virtual presence… very, very, very much…
I’ve hit some dead ends in my novel and that brought me to the realization that I no longer can avoid a (detailed) outlining. It was fun for a while to make it up as I went along, to play the “archaeologist” uncovering the story and the characters, but if I want to get anywhere, in any good way for what I want to do, I really need to take the map out of my pocket. So, that’s what I’m doing now, thinking, thinking, thinking, plotting, plotting, plotting. I’m not sure it goes that well...
There is a minuscule stretch of woods next to my house, which has escaped the excavators, and which is, in its unkempt wildness, much more beautiful than the enormous houses that suffocate it. I took a few pictures there two Sundays ago and I would like to share them with you as a taste of the fine poetry of nature…
I’ve hit some dead ends in my novel and that brought me to the realization that I no longer can avoid a (detailed) outlining. It was fun for a while to make it up as I went along, to play the “archaeologist” uncovering the story and the characters, but if I want to get anywhere, in any good way for what I want to do, I really need to take the map out of my pocket. So, that’s what I’m doing now, thinking, thinking, thinking, plotting, plotting, plotting. I’m not sure it goes that well...
There is a minuscule stretch of woods next to my house, which has escaped the excavators, and which is, in its unkempt wildness, much more beautiful than the enormous houses that suffocate it. I took a few pictures there two Sundays ago and I would like to share them with you as a taste of the fine poetry of nature…
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