We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Germaine de Stael, French-Swiss author
Hi, Everybody!
Dallas here, coming at you from the Rainbow Bridge. On what would have been my 14th earth birthday.
Monthly Archives: November 2020
Standing Out
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, American writer
How do you like my pretty dress?
It’s red, as you can plainly see.
In it, I become a princess.
No crown, no robe, no throne for me.
Too soon my leaves are going to flee
And all my branches will be bare.
So share my joy with utter glee
And when I’m nude, try not to stare!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Cycle of Life
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet
Frost
Whitens
Fallen leaves.
Outlines their veins,
Bestows a beauty
Gone since they turned color
Earlier in the season.
Something sad about the Autumn
When trees become bare and look like sticks.
As they prepare to rest for several months.
Don’t cry because leaves are not here today.
They served a purpose and now they’re gone.
Nestled together on the ground,
Sheltering grass and insects,
Enhancing the landscape.
Perpetuating
And renewing
The cycle
Of life —
Mulch.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
Sudden Joy
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet, writer, and more
Because of the pandemic, I’m still having my flute lessons outdoors.
In a public park, six feet away from my teacher.
Nearly Wordless Wednesday
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown
7:20 a.m.
As
Sunlight
Appears, we
Can see changes
In our surroundings.
Twenty minutes apart:
And the leaves begin to glow.
The sky becomes a denim blue,
And color washes over our world.
A new day has dawned for us to enjoy.
7:51 a.m.
We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar, British artist, illustrator, and teacher
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree.
Redbud — Tree or Shrub?
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile. ~Author Unknown
What’s a homeowner to do when landscaping doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to?
When trees that are supposed to grow tall, don’t? When things planted as trees become shrubs instead?
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 