So before long we can open the windows wide and let Spring in, and we can go out to the park or sit on a hillside and let Spring into us. ~Hal Borland, American writer, journalist, and naturalist
Glued to this window
Waiting for Spring (or a cat!)
Enjoying sun’s warmth
The robins were singing vespers in the high tree-tops, filling the golden air with their jubilant voices. ~L. M. Montgomery, Canadian author, Anne of the Island, 1915
An inquisitive
Bird sitting in a tree
Can sometimes seem
Dreamily calm
Even as it’s obviously
Fraught with tension
Giving an observer
Half a chance to wonder
If it is even thinking at all.
Just so, the bird and I are
Kindred spirits
Loving the outdoors
Making music at will
Noticing whatever moves
Oh, how wonderful it must be
Perhaps for a day or more
Quietly flitting from tree to tree
Round about the yard
Settling high in the branches
Taking notice and being noticed
Under the bright sunshine
Volume turned up
With eyes wide open
X-ray vision
You can’t help but admire
Zealous living.
Note: Poetry form is A-B-C Poem.
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor, African-American novelist
Today would have been my dad’s birthday.
He’s been gone 16 years now, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
What quaint seduction lurks within the snow. ~Frances M. Frost, American poet, novelist, and children’s writer
There is no thief worse than a bad book. ~Italian proverb
Is it me, or are others finding themselves abandoning books right and left these days?
Man is said to want but little here below,
And I have an idea that what he wants littlest of is snow…
~Ogden Nash, American poet
I Monkey here.
Hoo-boy, is Mama mad!!
When the gifts are unwrapped
And the bows put away;
When the holiday trimmings
Are gone for the day.
When the ham is devoured
And the pies are all gone;
When the company’s departed
At the first sign of dawn.
When the trash is left sitting
By the curb in its bin;
When the tree’s been dismantled
And all the snowmen.
Then a hush settles over
Your home and you, too;
So out with the old
And in with the new!
Today’s a new year
With a fresh, clean slate;
Opportunity beckons
To make your life great.
Try something new or
Perfect something old;
Smile a bit more,
Reach for the gold.
Lift up your heart
2025 is now here;
Resolve to keep Christmas
All of this year.
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. ~John Burroughs, American naturalist and nature essayist
Today is my birthday — I’m finally four!
Too late for Mama to show me the door!
I’ve barfed and I’ve pottied all over her floor,
But one thing’s for certain: I’m never a bore!
Today’s my birthday — it’s all about ME!
I’m just as happy as happy can be.
Cats and squirrels, you’d better all flee;
Guarding and chasing are fun for Monkey!
Today’s my birthday — let’s celebrate!
You bring yourselves; I’ll host the fete.
Cake, ice cream, cookies on a plate;
Only the best, nothing third-rate.
Today’s my birthday — oh, happy day!
I’m ready to party; I’m ready to bay.
I can’t promise anything but skies of gray;
Still, come to my party and be ready to play!
Note: Poetry form (I think) is quatrains. Could be rhyming couplets though.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. ~J.K. Rowling, British author and philanthropist (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 1997)
As
The days
Get shorter
And the cold winds
Blow in from the north,
I remember with joy
Days not so long ago when
Sunshine, flowers, and butterflies
Danced across my yard with abandon
Reminding me to enjoy the present.
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
Incredible
To think there will be a to-morrow morning,
And you will not be there…
~Joseph Auslander, American poet, anthologist, and novelist
I Monkey here.
You haven’t heard from me since my Walktober post, so I thought I’d remedy that while Mama is otherwise occupied.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 