this yellow headed blackbird shared a wish,
and jumped onto this branch with a fine swish,
“oh happy birthday lucy,” she did sing,
“for all the happy ‘bird’ days that you bring” … xo
please join me in wishing my sweet sister, lucy a happy birthday today! xo
“… Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee’s
Familiarities …”
Emily Dickinson
“… NATURE rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,—
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words …”
Emily Dickinson
and while we pledge our hearts belong to jan,
and we do send our hearts when ere we can,
tis also true, our hearts belong to mim ,
and with this love our lives do surely brim … xo
we are sooooooo going to miss you too on our trip to cape may , dear mim! we will keep you in our hearts, always, and collect a bajillion wonderful images for you!!! (and for julie , and for lydia - also both missed on our trip this year! xo)
magnolia tree does grace my eyes, so fair,
her scent does waft so soft, upon the air,
with blossoms that do fill my heart, with smiles,
and spread from me to you, across these miles … xo
judith meskill
oh magnolia …
Originally uploaded by jude
"… the inundation of the spring
submerges every soul,
it sweeps the tenement away
but leaves the water whole.
in which the soul, at first alarmed,
seeks furtive for its shore,
but acclimated, gropes no more
for that peninsular …"
Emily Dickinson
music credit: Ehma , La plage de Blâne-est
skimming through the air
twirling fine pink petal skirts
cherry blossoms reign …
judith meskill
petal profusion
cushioning both air and earth
tradition whispers …
judith meskill
i’ve been longing for a ’slideshow’ capability for some time now - wherein i can post a day’s shooting experience - and flickr’s new video capability seems to fit the bill! cheers & hugs … xo
this cockatoo did flirt with me,
on one bright sunny day,
he cooed and crooned with throaty glee,
and danced the day away … xo
judith meskill
"… A Hyacinth — I hid –
Puts out a Ruffled Head –
And odors fall
From flasks — so small –
You marvel how they held — …"
Emily Dickinson
