Morning in My Gardens

Sitting near my open window I hear
the water's gentle skip down stones of our Waterfall,
the Doves soft coo as they arrive for early morning foraging,
and the Quail's lonely chi-ca-go calling for his mate from the garden's edge.

The Canadian Geese honk in unison
as their perfect V flies swiftly on their way to somewhere,
the orange headed House Finch brightens the air with his sweet melody
and the Meadow Lark officially proclaims "it's once again morning in my gardens."

Sometimes life throws a curve ball that takes awhile to get over.
Such has been my Summer.

I've been running fast to catch up
but just haven't been able to go fast enough.

On occasion I've visited this lonely blog and wondered out loud,
"Is this me? Did I write these words?"

They seem so far removed, yet at the same time
so hauntingly familiar.

I actually like coming here, the words lift my Spirit.
And I've really needed a little Spirit lifting. Ok, maybe a lot.

Autumn has that same affect on me
and even though we're well into October here...

I'm finally beginning to feel a little Autumn.

My Farewell to Winter

Our mountains have a fresh blanket of snow...

Winter's final frolic before his acquiesce.  

The valley is green and alive...

 Awakened by the warm breath of Spring.

 Two contrasting worlds...

one bidding adieu

and the other sweet anticipation.

Both beautiful in their own right.

Golden Sunshine

The warmth of the sunshine lifts the hearts 

of all who feel its quiet touch.
Each budding leaf feels its presence 

as do tiny seeds well hidden under layers of moist soil.
It's sunny today, 

and all of my world is happy.
                       ~ Carolyn

The Promise of Spring

"The promise of Spring

is there

beneath this blanket

of snow.

Be patient

tender blossom.

Have hope waiting

bud to bloom.

For Winter's cold breath

will soon fade

and the Dance of Spring

will resume."

                     ~ Carolyn