Friday, January 2, 2015

JANUARY 2015




This year, after writing daily and posting here as well, I am taking a bit of a break. Not from writing of course, nor from taking photos, but from the daily commitment I'd stuck with for 2 whole years. So this year I'll keep my posts to months, rather then then days or weeks. Sharing thoughts, images, poetry, whatever comes to mind. 
I hope those of you who have followed my blog, looking forward to the news of my written and photographed life, will be patient and keep stopping in  to see what's going on.
We had a very busy holiday season, with wonderful company. Got some of my images blown up and framed, setting up a small studio space in what was once the cattery.  Just keeping busy and playing catch up at the moment. I am just needing to take a little breather before jumping back into the flow of words...................................HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!



Suspended in the crescent
of the Sundial bridge
succulent slice of half moon



***


Such joy crossing the river 
touched by sun's first rays
tender gilded apricot skies
reflected back in endless
subtle shades shimmering
deep peace filling the heart
as eyes follow the gentle flow
toward the far horizon
as the river makes it's long
winding journey to the sea
often wildly roaring along
this morning gliding gently 
well mannered within it's banks
is it not often so with life
periods of violent upheaval 
followed by gentle times
when once again all settles
becoming still and peaceful
as the storms of life move on
finally leaving us once more
able to find that still place
where peace settles softly
around our shoulders
like a comforting shawl



Last night her gentle glow
followed us home
up through the valley
when first she rose
partially hidden by clouds
finally shrugging off the shawl
rising up golden at first
then silvering with her ascent
riding high up in the sky
glowing pearl shimmering
casting her milky light
upon the waters below
small wavelets glimmered
paying homage at her feet


***


Fairytale moon rises
in the forest tonight
strangely shaped
specters reach out
grasping her tight
she's smiling serenely
up up and away
illuminates the forest
it's soon bright as day
no specters to fear
it's now clear to see
the specter I feared
was merely a tree
so yet once again
her magic appears
her silvery touch
allays nighttime fears
she now keeps on sailing
all through the night
bathing those down below
in her bright healing light


This watery avian wonderland
sprawled endlessly at our feet
reaching to the far horizon
upon it~bopping peacefully
thousands upon thousands
wintering waterfowl~endless shapes
colors forms and species
peacefully chattering feeding
side by side~this scene of peace
interrupted at measured intervals
by a sudden rising of  huge flocks
as Snow Geese take flight
filling the skies~feathered blizzard
whooshing of countless wings
enthusiastic honking as they wheel
above the waters~then as if in
concert~wings wide~orange footed
landing gear ready for descent
down they come~graceful reentry
accomplished once again they feed
heads dip~butts up in the air
then heads emerge once again
faces ringed in reddish mud
words alone can't do justice
to this most marvelous sights
leaving reluctantly planning
our next visit on the way home



***


No Name
~
What draws them here
why do they come
shyly sneaking around
winding between pots
hiding behind shrubs
watching us carefully
is there a sign someplace
invisible to us~ a marker
indicating "Enter here"
written in stray cat code
if only they could talk
able to tell us the story
of their sudden arrival 
as the old ones leave us
does the "VACANCY" 
sign suddenly light up
do they know we're unable
to turn our backs 
will they stay or stray again
maybe only the Universe 
can answer these questions


Prompt Response
***
John William Waterhouse
~
Soul of the Rose
***
She rises ~lays down her pen
leaving behind her writing
rich scent of roses drawing her 
out through the French doors
stepping onto the warmed stones
down into the summer garden
her colorful embroidered slippers 
sink into the rich soft grass
sighing deeply she gives herself
up to the many delights all around
silence broken only by birdsong
and the droning of contented bees
visiting flower after colorful flower
heavy pollen sacks on their legs
flashes of color flicker as birds
rise from the stone birdbath
leaving droplets shimmering briefly
in the still balmy afternoon air
settling overhead bright eyes watch 
as she passes slowly drinking it all in
deep peace and tranquility 
settles around her slim shoulders
envelops her like a silken shawl
approaching the high stonewall
her slender hands reach out
bracing herself she leans forward
tenderly cupping a sun warmed rose
her face sinking deeply into the
velvety heart of the fragrant blossom
inhaling the very soul of the rose


Prompt Response #2
***
John Singer Sargent
***
Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose
~
Such a special treat for the girls
allowed up late this night
first strains of violins 
drift down into the garden
above the house~windows
wide open ~welcomes guests
with open arms as dusk
settles gently on the gardens
pale blooms glow brightly
sweet scent of stock mingles
with rose, lily and spicy pinks 
first bats appear~wheeling
swiftly through the treetops
crickets strike up their song
as girls spill into the garden
adorned in festive dress 
they flutter among the shrubs
like delicate Luna moths
solemnly turning their hands
to this most cherished task 
swiftly lighting Chinese lanterns
now small golden moons
illuminate the nighttime garden
high above slim crescent moon 
rises into the darkening skies
countless stars shimmer bright
this magical Midsummer night


Six Word Saturday
~
No name~no home
cautiously hopeful


Seven Word Sunday
~
Artistic expression
first timid effort
finally artfully framed


Suitcase Prompt Response
~
My suitcase once packed long ago
so eager to leave ready to
sever ties to that old world
seeming so faded and worn
blurred around it's aging edges
~
Tugging much hope and dreams
next to my meager belongings
ready to start over in what
seemed the promised land
to my then younger naive self
~
While it kept many a promise
and I learned to love this
beautiful bright new world
troubles must have found
space in my suitcase as well
~
Not all was perfect and easy
making a life as best I could
ending one marriage starting over
finding the peace and love
I had travelled so far to find
~
These days my suitcase waits
patiently ready to travel again
often making the trip across
that very same sea to savor
all I missed which wouldn't fit
~
Back to the land of my birth
a place eagerly left behind
so long ago not knowing then
that as I grow older my roots
would tuck at me so fiercely


New Moon Trio
~
Shrugging off black chiffon
sky goddesses appear
golden smile shining brightly
~
Luna and Venus embellished
tonight's delicately
streaked silvered blue sky
~
 Once again newly born
 she appears drawing
our eyes to the night sky


Woodland spirits raise
gnarly arms high
farewell sun salutation
***
Blackbird Mantilla
parts fog
three crows follow


7WSunday
~
Sunny day
going to look
for adventures


Desk Topography
~
My desk is my little kingdom. A creative space where I can visit with friends
around the world, without ever leaving my chair. Surrounding me are some of my
favorite things. Books, photographs, a few stuffed furry friends. Creative supplies
such as my newest addition, a wonderful horned owl sitting on a stack of books
stamp with a brand new coppery inkpad to go with it. No doubt by the time my
birthday comes around all presents will already sit right here, being used :-) To my left
the camera rests ,after sharing another large numbers of captured memories, now
safely tucked into my computer. Two of my favorite Tarot Decks in their colorful bags,
waiting for me to shuffle through and admire their beauty.
Of course useful things such as tape, envelopes, pens,erasers, staplers, all those things
needed to work and create. As this is my old desktop computer desk, it also has a
handy pullout drawer that I can use to spread out my bills and paperwork for the not
so desirable tasks of paying bills.
A favorite paperweight which states "A room without books is like a body without a soul."
Note the empty space above the desk, waiting for a few more shelves, as the small
shelves and stands on the desk are slowly filling with books. Beneath the desk are
my printer and paper supplies, at the ready. And no, I didn't stage any of this to take
the picture. I am just naturally cluttery and love being surrounded by my treasures. To
the back of me sits a bag of knitting with several shawls begging to me finished. Sorry
you have to wait another little while, so much to do and never enough hours in the day.
Next to it the wall is covered in photographs and my framed Sun-Moon creation.
From it, looking down on me are the furry faces of our beloved cat family who once
called this room their home. While the last of them left us late last fall, their spirits
surely still skip through here now and then, curiously exploring desktop and cubbies.
Why else would I find stuff in strange places at times? I am not that absentminded, am I??


Creating at my desk
~
Hidden deep
within this tree
small brown snail
appeared to me


Sunny winter day almond unfurled
her diaphanous organdy skirts
shook them out in the warm breeze
no doubt this gray foggy morning
she's regretting her unseemly haste
feeling this morning's chill deeply
not even bees will nuzzle her this morn
with their warm honeyed breath
standing by the roadside trembling
did she only dream spring's first
warm tender kiss waking her too soon ?


Gazing
outside longingly
from winter quarters
can't wait any longer
BLOOM

Monday, December 22, 2014

December 22nd-31st, 2014


December 22nd, 2014
~
Bright Venus led the way
slipping away quickly
her brilliance swallowed 
by coastal mountains
newly born Luna lingered
languidly sinking into a
lush pool of apricot sorbet
pausing briefly held
cradled by winter trees
then she too slipped 
out of sight~New Moon


***



December 23rd, 2014
~
After endless gray rainy days
this morning she rose again
her brilliant rays streaming 
into the windows bright
blessings to all within
~
Sunny smile most welcome
our spirits soar as we savor
her welcome warm touch 
 even our oranges echo
the bright cheery rays



***

December 24th, 2014
~
Tonight it finds us once again
this strange California Christmas
so unlike the ones I used to
know and love many decades ago
when snow would magically
transform the land all around
crunching under foot with every step
scents of fresh pine, hot glühwein 
roasted sausages spitting 
on grills savory odors curling up
into the crisp cold winter air
walking from stand to stand
admiring the many festive wares
Lebkuchen Hearts dangling
wooden Nutcrackers standing tall
next to smokers wisps of incense
curling from their tiny pipes
those memories so bright and clear
small wonder I feel melancholy 
staring out at this unseasonable
unchristmassy bright blue sunny sky
shaking off the grumpy gloomies 
thinking of you all sending greetings
for a most blessed Christmas 
with the New Year making wishes 
come true for all of you


December 25th, 2014
~
Twas upon a morning clear
when suddenly came an idea
popped right in my sleepy head
as I lay there in my bed
something special we must eat
a tasty yummy Christmas treat
~
Quickly threw the covers off
hopped swiftly out of bed
splashed water on my  face
then headed for the bread
didn't have a French loaf
so Walnut Cranberry instead
~
Stirred up eggs with lots of milk
pinch of Christmas spices
whipped it up smooth as silk
dunked the slices let them swim
soaking custard deep within
in hot butter now they'll swim
~
Deeply browned they hit the plate
slathered with rich toppings
hope the husband won't be late
now here he comes to share
the yummy feast written on his face
he's thrilled and very pleased
~
Certainly I've made enough
to share it all around
thought of you so far away
you're nowhere to be found
very sad you were not here
we'll have seconds~won't we, Dear?



December 26th, 2014
~
Today was a long but wonderful day
we drove out before sunrise leaving 
bewildered dogs behind at home 
last sight of them were sulky sad faces
looking bereft no walk this morning
off we went to beat the crowds
eager to fetch frames for my eagles
special sale buy one second for a penny 
along the way we saw many wonders
sunrise first a gentle glow in a pale gold sky 
kissed with streaks of pink and apricot 
then a pool of molten gold blinding us
as the sun crested the Sierra Nevada
snow-clad sleeping volcanoes glistening 
Sacramento river at dawn's first light
fishermen bobbing on the current
while driving to get frames for two photos
we took our time taking yet more photos
another seventy six downloaded just now 
all taken today on our meandering travels
do people wonder why that blue truck 
is always sitting by the road side somewhere
as they hurry by eager to be on their way
some stop to offer help only to realize 
we might well be beyond help at this point
this might be turning into an addiction
should I join Photographers Anonymous
or just go with the flow~clicking away??




***
December 27th, 2014
~
Celestial Word Picture
~
Closing my eyes slowly
I revisit this day
waking before dawn
stepping into the icy morning
each breath exhaled
transforming into dragon puffs
then slowly the sun rises
morning sky now wide awake
awash in stripes of fuchsia and blue
soon snowy contrails slash the sky
cerulean blue now abstract art
then slowly light seeps away
winter darkness has fallen
brilliant stars glimmer shimmer
afloat in a dark velvety pool
Luna hangs brightly above the oaks
her countenance rainbow haloed
Nature paints in clear bold strokes
all I have are simple words of praise
paying homage~as her exquisite art
flows effortless from her fine brush
hour after hour~day after day
year after year~ into INFINITY


December 28th, 2014
~
In this bright corner
words and images
are joined together
departing daily with
one touch of a key
starting an amazing
journey swiftly arriving
on the other side of the
globe time zones away
words connecting worlds
all in the blink of an eye
there's a certain magic
and even poetry in that


December 29th, 2014
~
Magical landscape appeared
etched overnight
Jack Frost's expert touch
~
On his way out the gate
while slipping away
kissing the lone winter rose


***


December 30th, 2014
~
On this bright sunny hillside
cheerful committee of vultures
gathers~ looking most relaxed
and at ease~sunning themselves
spreading huge wings at times
some nestled snug in the grass
so unlike their normal ominous
selves~birds of doom and death
just a relaxed sit in~soaking up
last warming rays against another
freezing night soon to come
when they'll roost together high
up in the trees~huddled close
leaning into the strong howling wind
roaring across the open prairie
rocking their cradles way up high


***


December 31st, 2014
~
Opening the frontgate wide
waving in a bright red car
then watching in wonder
as our curly~haired tot
opens the driver's side door
turns swings out  long legs
and there she is smiling
our sweet granddaughter
suddenly all grown up
now a lovely young woman
where did the time go???
~
Seems only yesterday we
stood in line at midnight
waiting for the release of
the newest Harry Potter
her bright little face lit up
bouncing up and down
leaving her treasured new book
clutched tight to her chest
Harry Potter glasses perched
on her nose giddy with excitement
where did the time go???
~
Just days ago she had
a birthday this New Year
embraces her no longer teen
but now in her early twenties
it seemed like a dream
to have her here once again
driving her first new car
earned by working part time
studying for a degree
moving toward a bright future
where did the time go???










Monday, December 15, 2014

December 15th-21st, 2014


December 15th, 2014
~
Freshly milled slowly cooked
creamy Scottish Oats
warm heart and soul this day


December 16th, 2014
~
Another day of mists and heavy rains
as we make our way up valley
landscapes fly past the windows
lying green and lush once again
silvery rivulets wind through hillocks
gurgling merrily skipping over stones
valley oaks raise bare inky arms up
into the low hanging sky above
cattle wearing thick winter coats
graze peacefully some resting
others turning curiously as we pass
winter storms hit wave after wave
nourishing the open land we love
our mountains are cloaked in clouds
next sunny day will reveal fresh
blankets of ermine~winter is here

***


December 17th, 2014
~
Woodland Trio
~
Barren earth replenished
she's fruitful again
loins teaming with new life
~
Pushing up impatiently
they jostle for space
blindly seeking the light
~
Winter bare woodlands
now thickly carpeted
with clusters and fairy rings


December 18th, 2014
~
Headed to town we spot him once again
our eagle seen early this spring
he's perched high above the creek
~
Hours later now heading back home
we slow down searching the trees
find him again he's not solitary now
~
Joined by his mate two proud heads turn
snowy feathers ruffled by the wind
their sharp eyes scanning the land below


***


December 19th, 2014
~
After the night storm
our valley is swathed
in heavy damp mists
above us on the ridge
trees appear briefly
like phantoms swaying
sighing in the wind
draped in tattered veils
down in the garden
melodious wind chimes
twirl ~ singing softly
treefrog creaks hoarsely
birds bob on thin branches
while chattering quietly
adding their sweet voices
to nature's symphony


December 20th, 2014
~
6WS
~
Yule is drawing
near~warming hearts


 December 21st, 2014
~
Solstice morn find us quietly
on silvered wings
symbol of peace perches
bright clear message
of renewed hope and light
bringing blessings
to you and yours~worldwide


Monday, December 8, 2014

December 8th-14th, 2014


December 8th, 2014
~
Overnight she slipped out of
her golden gown now
draped elegantly at her feet
                                                                 


December 9th, 2014
~
Determined Entomologist bravely explores
the natural world around him
even if it's only in his clever wooden head
~
He stands tall net grasped firmly ready to
study nature's many wonders
creepy crawlies and wee flying beasties
~
Cheerful Ladybug and delicate butterfly
seem to fear him not a bit 
he's a gentle soul practicing catch and release


December 10th, 2014
~
We make one last trip to town
hurrying to gather needed supplies
preparing for the gathering storm
making sure all we need is at hand
~
Out on the wide open prairie
bare trees reach up straining
leaning away from the harsh
punishing wind's ferocious force
~
Cattle are slowly gathering closer
mothers stand in small groups
while their calves playfully buck
blissfully oblivious of what's to come
~
Above it all endless skeins of migrating
geese pierce the threatening skies
struggling to fly into the fierce winds
their hoarse honking filling the air
~
Like us they're determined to find shelter
attempting to reach their winter grounds
yet what an epic tiring journey they endure
bravely fighting to make their way home


***


December 11th, 2014
~
Outside in the inky dark
voracious beast claws
at windows and doors
~
Roars it's displeasure at
being denied entry
to our cozy inner sanctum
~
Huddled together closely
we sit waiting quietly
anxious for first light to find us
~
Monsters seem to lose
some of their power
when exposed to the light
~
Slowly the skies lighten
monster still roars
but blessed light floods in
~
Now watching trees dance
and clouds race swiftly
above a madly rushing creek


***


December 12th, 2014
~
For days now old man winter has spread
his damp cold cloak covering the land
despite the clammy chill first violets appear
huddled closely together in the garden
bravely unfolding such delicate blossoms
bringing back memories of spring's first days
during these dark months of Nature's rest
sweet reminder that the wheel of seasons
will turn yet again~bringing back blessed light


#2

Blindly rabbit stares into the mists
unaware his inner dreams
caused spring to gather at his feet


December 13th, 2014
~
Cold storm has passed
molten gold
warms the morning sky



December 14th, 2014
~
On Oberon's thick twisted trunk
fairy worlds appear
nourished by heavy winter rains
~
No doubt at this time of year
faeries will arrive
wearing warmest thistledown
~
Sip Glühwein from acorn cups
flitting their wings
dancing wildly to keep warm