Fresh Snow now paints the browns and grays of Winter
Adding soft and quiet tones to the air.
A quiet stillness that invites pause and reflection.
A perfect Winter morning.
~ Carolyn
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Winter Deep Freeze
Cold.
Deep freezing cold.
Ice that never melts.
Where do the birds take a sip?
Evergreens darken.
Are they shivering too?
Trees are naked.
What keeps them warm?
All preserved in a state of limbo.
Waiting for the meltdown of Spring.
Deep freezing cold.
Ice that never melts.
Where do the birds take a sip?
Evergreens darken.
Are they shivering too?
Trees are naked.
What keeps them warm?
All preserved in a state of limbo.
Waiting for the meltdown of Spring.
~ Carolyn
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Fresh Year... Fresh Inspiration
I sit at my keyboard in my my upper story office reflecting on what lies ahead. A fresh year... so many desires to change, to do better... to become.
A glance out my picture window brings fresh inspiration. The sun is just beginning to peak through the gray clouds of Winter that have filled our skies for so many days. Sensing this moment will be fleeting, I look back to my keyboard to plunk the letters that will form the words to describe the scene before it is gone.
My frozen tundra below has come alive with twinkling, sparkling diamonds dancing on the vast expanse of once dull gray snow below. The frosted evergreen trees seem to wink with thoughts of promise for this new day, for this fresh new year. I hear a bird chirping with delight, surely experiencing the exhilaration of this moment as much as I.
Ahh! It's gone! It can't be, I'm not yet finished! I have more thoughts to surface, more emotions to feel. Don't tease me with such beauty and then leave me so soon. I watch the sky for movement, for a glimmer of hope that the sun will return, allowing the dance to continue, but the clouds have once again drawn over the sun and the magic has disappeared.
"Clouds... move!" My strong will does not affect them. They march to a much higher order than me. I am left watching, hoping... for my glorious moment to return.
There are those that may think this blog has been abandoned... no posts since June. I suppose that does suggest abandonment. Actually, my desire to contribute to this blog became overshadowed by my love of gardening and joys of family and... life! Truth be told, my attention has been largely diverted to my gardening blog: This Grandmother's Garden where I have dabbled a bit in writing alongside my gardening. So many good things to choose from.
And yet I do desire to write, to allow my muse to flow freely. I'm forever thankful to Merrilee who thinks I've abandoned her as well, though I have not. Her creative writing class fueled my desire to succeed, to do what has been in my heart for a lifetime... I've just never given it sufficient time to develop.
This is a Fresh Year, a time for me to gather fresh inspiration... to allow the thoughts deep within me to flow, to form words and paragraphs and stories. Muse... I long to set you freeeeee! Unlike the clouds in my magical moment, I do have control over what I choose.
A glance out my picture window brings fresh inspiration. The sun is just beginning to peak through the gray clouds of Winter that have filled our skies for so many days. Sensing this moment will be fleeting, I look back to my keyboard to plunk the letters that will form the words to describe the scene before it is gone.
My frozen tundra below has come alive with twinkling, sparkling diamonds dancing on the vast expanse of once dull gray snow below. The frosted evergreen trees seem to wink with thoughts of promise for this new day, for this fresh new year. I hear a bird chirping with delight, surely experiencing the exhilaration of this moment as much as I.
Ahh! It's gone! It can't be, I'm not yet finished! I have more thoughts to surface, more emotions to feel. Don't tease me with such beauty and then leave me so soon. I watch the sky for movement, for a glimmer of hope that the sun will return, allowing the dance to continue, but the clouds have once again drawn over the sun and the magic has disappeared.
"Clouds... move!" My strong will does not affect them. They march to a much higher order than me. I am left watching, hoping... for my glorious moment to return.
♦♦♦
And yet I do desire to write, to allow my muse to flow freely. I'm forever thankful to Merrilee who thinks I've abandoned her as well, though I have not. Her creative writing class fueled my desire to succeed, to do what has been in my heart for a lifetime... I've just never given it sufficient time to develop.
This is a Fresh Year, a time for me to gather fresh inspiration... to allow the thoughts deep within me to flow, to form words and paragraphs and stories. Muse... I long to set you freeeeee! Unlike the clouds in my magical moment, I do have control over what I choose.
This Fresh Year, I choose to make some changes around here.
Stay tuned!
Oh and BTW, the sun still hasn't returned...
gonna have to make my own sunshine today.
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