Posts Tagged ‘snow’

March 14, 2017

March 14, 2017

Why the Diagonal, y’all?

TreeDiag

Because it’s the shortest distance

between two

points?

or

because what goes up must come

down?

or

to break up the conformism of these trunkated

lines?

or

because it

snowed?

or

because this old tree was just ready to begin its

fall?

DiagTree

or

because its time had come, y’all?

or

because that’s

all

she wrote

or

maybe it was just the final

call,

from seed to tall

from spring to fall.

It could happen to us

all,

y’all.

From seed to fall,

that’s all?

Prob’ly not,

I do believe.

SeedEating

You?

Glass half-Full

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Deer February

February 1, 2017

DeerMrn

Yesterday morning the deer passed through;

first there were four; then there were two.

The deer in the snow made a beautiful scene;

compared to the world, they’re much more serene.

DeerTwo

Today came differently, in a fiery surprise

as the sun shone magenta, over the rise.

The news today brings greater probability

unborn babies will get life possibility.

Selah.

Sunrise

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The Snowbird Lesson

December 30, 2016

When I was a child in Mississippi, we had a book about birds of North America. For some reason, I know not what, I became fascinated by a certain bird that was pictured therein. It was the snowbird. Being a boy from the deep south, I had not seen much snow, which was a rarity where I come from.

Perhaps that rarity factor is the reason I was fascinated by the picture of the snowbirds in my little book.

Now I’m sixty-five, and living in the Blue Ridge mountains, which can be quite snowy this time of year.

Early this morning, December 30, we did discover the first snow of the season, and I have to tell ya– along with the whitey flakes the snowbirds made their visit known to us.

Snowbird

Later in life, When I had become young man, I became fascinated with a song called “Snowbird” that was a hit on the radio at that time, 1960’s. It was a tear-jerker tune, sung perfectly by a lady known as the Canadian songbird, Annie Murray.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq9bHd58-LA

“Snowbird” is a sad song about unrequited love.

“When I was young, my heart was young then too. Anything that it would tell me–that’s the thing that I would do.

But now I feel such emptiness within for the thing that I want most in life’s the thing that I can’t win. . .

and

“The breeze along the river seems to say, that she’ll only break my heart again, should I decide to stay.

So little snowbird take me with you when you go to that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.”

. . . and yet, beneath the poem’s cold mantle of forlornness there is a trace of hope, a mention of “flowers that will come again in spring.

As it turned out, in my life the flowers did “come again in spring.” Those misadventures in love that later became a flood of heartache ultimately were buried in the fertile ground of life’s demands. Not only were seeds of new love sewn providentially into my life, but those seeds have yielded new flowers and more seeds.

Yet still, “the snowbird sings the song he always sang, and, as it turns out, eats the seeds always needs.

The snowbirds visited our house this morning, and wow! did they have a feast!

Snohello

Those little critters are much like the two humans–my wife and I–who find much joy in providing seed for them during this snowy season. There’s Snowy on the ledge, and his wifey down in the tree:

SnoMates

Thanks to love and marriage, which go together, you know, like a horse and carriage, or like . . . snowbirds and snow, my life has turned out to be a love feast instead of the festival of the broken-hearted that might have been, had not a wonderful loving woman come in and changed all that lovesick blues to pure white marital love, 37 years of it.

I wouldn’t trade marital love for anything in the world. It’s so much better than the broken heart that might have become bitterness. Thank God for true love that is lasting and faithful.

Here’s another version of the song, “Snowbird,” as recorded by the songwriter, Hank Snow.

   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBwqqH0LTyI

And here’s a parting pic of little Snowy with his Finchy friend.

Snowb&finch

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One fine sparkl’n morn

November 27, 2014

I suggest listening to this tune from Jay Ungar while reading my poem below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaCazf36D3k

This sparkl’n morn

my mind got shorn

of modern stuff when

snowy fluff

flew in my head

instead:

I know I know

what memories these are I think I know

Pull out me ole buckboard wagon

while routine tasks  be laggin’

n sun-bright winter morn

of crisp cold sparkles leapin’

beneath them high-steppin’ hooves

it sho’ behooves

me here somehow in long gone valleys’ Appalachian

long lost memories a-hatchin’

buckboard dreams n

bak’n beans o’er the fire

n some long gone shire

I know I know

what flashes these be I think I see

me n thee trav’lin time and time agin

don’ know how don’ know when

but I know this I somehow know

Pull out me ole fiddle n

fiddle awhile sling out me ole singsong

n singalong tagalong we go

behind horse drawn in the snow

then sway’n ‘cross the kitchen flo’

while the ole fiddles wail

n horse’s whishin’ tail

where it come from I don’ know

yet I do know I know

I think I hear I hear it in the wind

same ole tune from long ago

maybe waltz

from mem’ries toss’d

them gran’pas have send

or gran’mas somehow do lend

to tune our imaginary ears

n sway away our twenty-first fears

how it was in that day n time

front porch boards whistlin’ in

winter wind while kickin’

snowy shoes at the door

before all this other stuff

come along I see

me an thee

when pony heals kick up fluff

cold n white n spark’n fine

n snowy valleys froze in time

in someone’s mind

I know it mine.

It sho’ do shine.

Glass half-Full