Part II 

A figure in the window,

made me move closer,

 somehow,
I felt as if I were
looking at myself,

The wind stirred
the dried leaves,

sending them swirling
all around




turning them into
tiny bright lights....

Images from the weekend.

One morning I recognized a bird call that hasn't been heard all winter and

I looked up to see this handsome fellow. Click to hear his song.

brewers blackbird

Such a sleek, sturdy bird they are, and in the light they wear 

the colors of a rainbow.

 Spring

 She appears, and we are once more children

we commence again our course with the new year.

Let the maiden no more return, and men will become poets for very grief. 

No sooner has winter left us time to regret her smiles,

 than we yield to the advances of poetic frenzy. 

"The flowers look kindly at us from the beds with their child eyes, 

and in the horizon the snow of the far mountains dissolves into light vapor."

- GOETHE, Torciuato Tasso.




Today is the first day this year that I was able to open all the windows of the house.
It felt good to mix the inside air with the outside  and to hang sheets to dry
for the nights sleeping.


I have opened my Etsy shop! You can click on the icon at the top of the left side bar, or here. I hope to add more soon.

Images from the Weekend

March

      Winter hangs on longer here.

Not ready to yield to the tune that softly plays in other places, she firmly grasps her freezing nights and her sudden snow cover in the morning. The blustery wind is a  

reminder to keep a warm jacket close.

So for now, we wait..

The seedling may not be ready to emerge, but I see its eye lids flutter



and I hear in the bird song, a promise,
a slight change of notes that alters the tune and says

yes, a change is in the air. 

and soon, very soon the windows will stay open and the warm coats
 will be put away.