autumn and winter are almost days in the past

spring and summer are rapidly on their way

ah, my sweet friends, i already miss you

and await your return ~

It's spring fever.

That is what the name of it is.

And when you've got it, you want - oh you

don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly

makes your heart ache, you want it so!

~Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, Detective

i am a winter's lady

through and through

i love and always will

the overcast days

the crisp wind that nips

and pulls at the sweaters

jackets and coats

cheeks turn rosy

and noses need handkerchiefs

hot chocolate and jammie days

books and books to read

snow flurries that manage to exist

in the south but fly away

too soon oh too soon

a time of dreaming

of planning

of cleaning out and

rearranging

but mostly

a time of quiet

of solitude and peace

listening to the silence

and loving the cold night

burrowed under quilts

on a cloud that drifts

a time of waiting

for rebirth to begin

i can get totally lost in a photo just wondering~

take the one from above, a Pinterest grab

it's misty and there's a creek naturally

there's woods and there's seasons

aren't the colors gorgeous.

who has passed through this covered bridge

it doesn't appear old, was it rebuilt

can one wade in the creek and walk

to where an homestead used it for water

the sounds made when you drive on the wooden boards.

where do the locals work

are their days as filled with peace as i feel now

how many are native to the area

and how many moved in looking for a slower pace

ah, life. you are wondrous and filled with mystery.

"What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,

nor the human heart conceived,

what God has prepared

for those who love Him"

~ 1 Corinthians 2:9

{this just makes my heart sing

and I get soooo excited!)

there are some that come into your life for a bit

some stay longer and some leave

some remain forever

some have no choice but to leave

and return when He feels it's time

i'm celebrating and thanking him today

for bringing a sweet piece of a scary part of my past

back into my life

my heart is smiling

and i know she'll be here for a long time

for she never left my heart

and Spring arose on the garden fair

like the Spirit of Love everywhere

and each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast

rose from the dreams of it's wintry rest

~percy bysshe shelley

Have I told you, Valentine,

That I'm all wrapped up in you?

My feelings for you bring to me

A joy I never knew.

You light up everything for me;

In my heart you shine;

Illuminating my whole life,

My darling Valentine.

I love you, Johan ~ 

 

"I heard the bells on Christmas Day

their old, familiar carols play

And wild and sweet the words repeat

of peace on earth, goodwill to men"

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, December, a sweet month of Winter~

A Baby's Birthday ~

Yes, he's our baby

Our youngest grandchild

Our fourth grandson

And our last grandchild

Or so we've been told ~

Sweet child, first birthday

This week? First haircut

Soon, too soon,

it'll be his birthday again ~

Ah, the days they go quickly

Into years before months

Soon this sweet child

Will be two digits as his cousins ~

But

he'll always be our baby

Great is the sun, and wide he goes

Through empty heaven with repose;

And in the blue and glowing days

More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull

To keep the shady parlour cool,

Yet he will find a chink or two

To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad

He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;

And through the broken edge of tiles

Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around

He bares to all the garden ground,

And sheds a warm and glittering look

Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,

Round the bright air with footing true,

To please the child, to paint the rose,

The gardener of the World, he goes.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

little boys come with their dreams

their curious nature and love for dirt

they wrap our hearts with arms

that go from tiny to muscular

before we have time to say, wait!

while we are looking for the matching sock

they're daddies and then

they're pa's and poppa's and pawpaws

the circle of love and little boys