Leaves
of oak lilac maple on unruly lawn
Now
starting to tangle and thatch
Shimmer
silvered world beyond the window beckons me
Childlike
gift I pray I never loose my love
For
frost sugared leaves and grass
The
magical twinkle that draws me outside
Coat
over pajamas slip on boots
I
walk into this chilled November morn grateful
With
each crisp crunch beneath my feet
linking to my friends @:
And
sharing one more lilac leaf clinging
because it is so beautiful!
Some
beauty from an early morning walk, a few steps from our front door yesterday.
I'm so grateful I don't need to go far to discover blessings, and I'm grateful
that I can even walk far enough some days to look around the whole yard. A year
ago this was not possible. Days are still so up and down though, today I woke
up feeling fatigued from the start, my speech is unclear, and my head is shaking when
I walk from bed to bathroom. That's just the way of things, you know?
Yesterday's little walk to the front garden bed to take the final lilac photo
was a gift. Every day is a gift.
Simply divine. Just like you Laura. Thank you for sharing your radiant spirit...and for being the be-loved teacher that you are.
ReplyDeleteSending you love, dear one. You are precious gift to us all. Thank you for sharing your beauty and wisdom.
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Beautiful words and photographs Laura and thank you for allowing others to share your journey.
ReplyDeleteSpectacular first photo...the edges, the color, the placement...lovely. Love to you as you ride the ebb and flow of each moment.
ReplyDeleteLovely observations of a November day. I too, am a New England girl, and love the shimmering white frost and the sound of frozen grass and leaves crunching underfoot!
ReplyDeleteha i pray you never lose that childlike love of the magic of this world as well...makes it really special you know...nice capture...
ReplyDeleteyou captured this wonder of nature so well..made me wanna dance on frost's crisp surface like a child as well..
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully captured scene!
ReplyDeleteI walk into this chilled November morn grateful
ReplyDeleteWith each crisp crunch beneath my feet....I love these words Laura. The gratitude will always lift you!
Really enjoyed the piece. The tone I take is one of wonder and exploratory curiosity that happens when something masterful or mystical is at hand. The pictures are amazing, really like watching the every day scenery, at least where I am at, but in such a magical glaze. Thanks for sharing all of this, really appreciated and enjoyed the read and the sights:)
ReplyDeletegorgeous laura.....gentle steps!!
ReplyDeleteLove these photos of frost on leaves and grass! I'm so glad you have days when you can walk around and see these beautiful photo ops.
ReplyDeleteFrost Sugared beauty a certain clarity arrives to give us extra energy and spiritual warmth.
ReplyDeleteThank you, for sharing. ((hugs))
Sending you a big hug and thanking you for sharing your constant wonder for the world around you with us :o)
ReplyDeleteGlittering site and post. This is my favorite time of year and you've captured it well.
ReplyDeleteDear Laura
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing such a lovely verse...
"Starting to tangle and Thatch" lovely imagery... and yes am so grateful for this 'now'...
Just finished reading "Aleph" by Paulo Coelho and your Aleph Markers caught my attention ... ;-)
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
Incredible leaves.
ReplyDeleteOn the one hand you would like to be able to walk further, and on the other hand you can see the progress you've made in the past year. It's all relative, isn't it? The gift is the ability to be happy wherever we are.
nice to feel the fall through the eyes of a poet.. "Childlike gift I pray I never loose my love
ReplyDeleteFor frost sugared leaves and grass" lovely
you, my beautiful friend, are a gift - crystal, sparkling coated and shining...
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Gorgeous
ReplyDelete"Some beauty from an early morning walk, a few steps from our front door yesterday. I'm so grateful I don't need to go far to discover blessings, and I'm grateful that I can even walk far enough some days to look around the whole yard. A year ago this was not possible."
I bow to your gratitude...next steps are so precious in all their forms.
Laura,
ReplyDeleteYou always have such amazing photos. Each day truly is a gift. Thank you for doing such an amazing job of highlighting this fact, again and again. I'm sending healing energy your way!
Jeanne
Thanks for helping us to see "frost sugared leaves and grass" in this special way. The poem and the photos are lovely. Worth your apparently arduous journey into the splendors of your early morning garden! May you be ever stronger...
ReplyDeleteYou're absolutely right. Every day is a gift...whether we are ill or not.
ReplyDeleteThis is one beautiful post. There is a poignancy and vulnerability about this time of year that is unique. You say it so well. Each day is a gift, and the greatest pleasure is to breathe.
ReplyDeleteThey look sprinkled in sugar. I wonder, did you notice such beauty before you became your illness? You have such an awareness for details, for little nuances of light. I think I need to slow down and look around like this more often. We all do.
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