Arms stretching, reaching as if grasping for that smear of sky the colour of someone’s baby blues. Inhaling the salty air clothed with sweet wet cedar. Juncos, chickadees, and their avian relatives flit, flutter, chirp and call. One more deep breath to… Read more
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It doesn’t matter …
When visiting Sherry Galey’s online home, Still and All, she had posted this soul stirring poem. I couldn’t help but be completely smitten. With the need for wanting to share, I’m repeating that beauty right here, for you: HOKUSAI SAYS …He… Read more
Books Diane Recommends, General
words, marvelous words, and rain too
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” ~Aristotle “Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” ~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine… Read more
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This is just to say
One of my favourite poets is William Carlos Williams and one of my all-time favourite poems is his, “This is just to say”. It’s a favourite of millions or billions of others. Here’s a copy of the poem with my… Read more
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Of Course it Hurts …
Of course it hurts when buds burst. Otherwise why would spring hesitate? Why would all our fervent longing be bound in the frozen bitter haze? The bud was the casing all winter. What is this new thing, which consumes and… Read more
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Trumpeters
I have more photos of the Trumpeter Swans we encountered on Wednesday’s road trip. Today I’ve played around with the images a bit. Normally, other than the occasional adjustment on contrast or perhaps on the brightness, I tend to offer… Read more