ice cycles large and luminous with the noon day light
mounds of drifting snow crystals white
these wondrous gifts through my window I see
the majesty of winter in this noon hour with me
cold be the winds of this winter day
bright be the knowing sun of season's way
the song of the white breasted nuthatch is heard
an early heralding of spring be the choral word.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
White Breasted Nuthatch, Image: www.mentorlagoons.org/ white%20breasted%20nuth..
10 comments:
ahhh...a harbinger of spring...the song of the nuthatch
Tenderness.....very very nice !
Love the beauty in our wonderful world...smiling!
ROSEMARIE-
I so love the Winter birds - the one's that stay and 'know' where the food is. They gather at our feeders and it is a thrill. As the force of this latest storm closes in I am content with our wood piled high and dry,water in five gallon containers to "flush" should the power go out, plenty of non-perishable foods and of course a nice selection of wine - candles and flashlights and a little portable radio too - my husbands guitar and gift of song - all is as it should be this day of crystal iced Winter trying to take over - we have laready won, as have you my friend, as have you.
Loving you in the storm
Gail
peace.....
Theanne, such a sweet song...set me smiling for sure!!
Barbara, Thank You . Yes, such tenderness brings great joy.
MojoMike, Nature knows how to do it up for sure!!!
Gail, I picture myself as your guest, wearing red flannel pajamas and fuzzy white wool socks, enjoying the delight of guitar music and the company of loving friends.
Warm hugs,
Rose Marie
ROSEMARIE -
Exactly as I envisioned. :-)
Love you and your pj's too
Gail
peace.....
Gail, Given the present weather conditions and anticipated storms here in New York, and in your end of town, the scene you describe is welcoming. How about a Hot Toddy, with honey, tea, brandy and lemon?
With sunshine in heart,
Rose Marie
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