Standing outside watching the Canada Geese flying and calling over-head
Adds radiance to my day.
A forever Thank you in my heart!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My Wants are Very Simple —- Tuesday, January 31, 2023
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Generously, Jubilant, Twinkling — Tuesday, December 20, 2022
There, flying overhead
The delightful Canada Geese
Lifting my heart to fly with them.
Up there! Way Up there in the sky!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We (Will Seem to) Pause for a Little Spell—Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Today we are in the shift…from the longest night of the year, where darkness drags on and on
Where shadows grow long early in the day
and swirl heavily into the evening
But gradually, ever so slowly, the daylight hours will stretch
(Coyote visiting our yard 😦 )
And the night time minutes grow shorter and shorter
Sunlight will stretch a few seconds longer and longer each and every day
Until the seconds become minutes
Then the minutes will become an hour
At which time we reach Daylight Saving time, where we have a full hour added to our daily Sunlight
But even though the days grow longer,
For two full months, January and February
The days will grow colder and colder
Hopefully with moisture
Called snow.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Ordinary Dreams — Sunday, May 20, 2018
Ordinary dreams are never clear–they are jumbles of this and that
As we sleep we walk in small places where the old gods used to roam
In that time long-before Christ came.
Those ancient gods of hills and woods and streams
We wander here and there in the dusk of our daily happenings, free from rituals, cities crowded with men
Where sometimes we walk thoughtlessly, as if we are kings, or fairies, or even riding on stars moving silently in the Universe
Sometimes we meet scary unknown things, which zip out of the air of our thoughts, rushing toward us like a demon felt only within the dark
Jerking awake, breathing like we are riding the wind—to realize we just dream.
Turning over…flipping the pillow to the cool side, we once more fall asleep and dream
A thoughtlessly as wee babe in a mother’s arms.
I hope your Sunday is a very good one!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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