Posted on 04/12/2007 4:06:50 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
a robin’s chirp
in old brown leaves
a unbared belly of a worm
hot breakfast before decomposition
Velvet leaf covers hit the ground
a south wind encourages unfurling profound
in lush greenery mingled with flowering shrubs
the forsythia ready to burst in bloom
of golden yellow on creek banks and back yards.
In the woods the smell of life
rising from the piles of loam
the call of the jay along the path
with the cardinal well hidden in the pine
the glory of spring!
Soaring Feather 04.17.07
In you heart the words resided
it was another who put the pen to paper.
You have a beautiful heart.
That is a wonderful poem!!
It is so true, too! If it weren’t raining, I’d go out and cut some forsythia branches to force. Lilacs look about to burst, too.
NY Attitude 04.17.07
Very nice, thank you.
I think as it looks now
the sun and snow flakes
are playing a guessing game
a little sun, a few flakes
makes for interesting weather.
Thank You, Lady, it just rolled out all by itself.
What does the weather guesser predict?
I have avoided the weather channel today.
My bones say this, it’s danged cold and damp
out there, the wind chill is 32%, humidity is 100%,temp is 32F.
From the green area on the weather map, it ain’t good. ;(
I guess that you are going to have more snow.
Hush your mouth! LOL
Quotes for the day.
The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to
have a friend is to be one.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can
afford to be stupid with them.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was the best thing to happen on this sad occasion.
Amid the sun warmed grass
littered with laugher and life
all was shattered like a crystal goblet
once filled with life’s wine
now spilled in stark crimson
as rage and insanity
raced riot in marble abattoirs
Just one could have refused it to pass
one will and means to handle strife
but they were outlawed, so ill met
with ease across the line
the rage came swirling until done
it was able to come, to be
and in hindsight no answers seen from afar
Whisper words of sorrow
whisper words of grief
and whisper things left unsaid
But scream there will be no such tomorrows
scream defiance into the face of evil
and scream the promise to protect those not yet dead
A ‘gun free zone’ = A target rich environment with no threat to evil intentions.
The sun will continue to warm us
we will laugh again
but the parents of the dead ones
will slump a little lower in their chairs
at dusk, their brows more furrowed
and their hearts empty for the flesh of their flesh.
And the poets write in outrage at the utter waste of humanity.
Aren’t you the hoochie Mama today.
Hi Sweetie! Am I a hoochie Mama?? LOL
Your Good Morning Graphic is a little on the hoochie side.
Great Feather though.
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