Monday, December 23, 2013

December 23rd-31st, 2013

December 23rd, 2013
Mackerel sky ~Venus winks 

December 24th, 2013
O Holy Night
Season of light
celebration of life
for peace we must strife
O Holy Night
enriching our life
bringing blessings our way
adding joy to each day
O Holy Night
may your lives be calm and bright
may your eve be filled with joy
as you celebrate this night

December 25th, 2013
Sunny Christmas Day~bees are flying
visiting the rosemary~sipping and diving deep
into pale blue blossoms~though flowers are few
they offer their gratitude~humming in the key of honey
thankful for this sunny day~away from the dark hive
we too are outside~basking in the sun~watering the garden
though enjoying the balmy weather~it's rain that we need

December 26th, 2013
Angry scolding in the shadows above
emerald jewel defiantly dives in
ignoring the strident voice raining down
he sips~contend~insolently taking his time
All day the battles rage against a brilliant blue sky
winter's sparse offering of nature's nectar
brings squadrons of hummers~urgent buzzing fills the air
as they dive and turn~their aerial displays a thing of wonder
Jeweled fighter pilots~each determined to refuel
the resident hummer stakes out his claim
sitting in branches above~guarding his space
his outraged squeaking falls on deaf ears~still they come


December 27th, 2013
Sitting motionless~willing herself to be invisible
shiny bright eye regards me~alert to any threat
not a whisker twitches~tail forms a question mark
as if to say~are you safe or do you mean harm
she waits until I leave~then resumes the harvest
gathering the last black walnuts 

December 28th, 2013
Bamboo welcomes sunrise with open arms

December 29th, 2013
Seven for Sunday
Mindfulness Bell chimes ~I pause and breathe
Chiming of the bell
redirects my busy mind
returning me for a moment
to perfect mindfulness
breathing in.......PEACE

December 30th, 2013
Golden delicate flowers of Mentzelia Pumila~long gone 
merely elegant skeletons remain~fragile cups holding the promise 
of seasons to come~ripe seeds will spill onto the creek's bank
when the time is right~once again they'll thrive~growing tall
ready to provide nectar for bees and exquisite delight for our eyes
 we appreciate what remains~a thing of beauty~even in death

December 31st, 2013
Year's end~already Nature readies herself
for new beginnings~Alder catkins dangle
muted colors
dangling down cheerfully
dead branches coming alive

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