Morning Glory

Grazing in the Dusk....

Grazing peacefully side by side
As night draws near the field
Gleaning through the winter stubble
For new grass it might yield

So many mouths, so little grass
To find on winter days
And yet this field is rich and green,
A perfect place to graze.

So feast together, while you can
Upon the stubble hay
Feast and rest, for the time is nigh
When you must fly away….. ?

Henderson Inlet Sailboat Race 2009

While it may not be as exciting as a Submarine Race, the South Sound Sailing Society's annual Sail Boat race through Henderson Inlet is much more fun to watch! The official start time was 9:35.... Although by 11:00 it was still looking like a submarine race as we waited for the first signs that the big event was under way. But then the Mark Boat putted into the inlet with sales down to take up its postition marking the turning point in the inlet... ...
as the glittering sunshine broke through the clouds!
Even the crows were waiting with black-eyed anticipation for the big race to begin!
And then, at 11:20, the first sail rounded the point...
Followed by another....
And soon the inlet was filling with brightly colored sails....

The first boats reach the Mark Boat. They drop their brightly colored Spinnakers and pivot tightly around the Mark Boat to begin tacking out of the inlet

The chaotic, colorful comings and goings continued for an hour and a quarter as 23 different sailboats moved through the inlet. The perfect silence of the morning was broken only by the occassional pop of canvas and the faint echo of voices calling from vessel to vessel... and the delighted chatter from those watching on the back deck as each new vessel was spotted rounding the point!

This is the last boat dropping its Spinnaker and pivoting around the Mark boat. Around 1:15 the last boat is tacking out of the inlet, while the Mark Boat is putting back to the harbor to watch the finish of the race!

Rain Drops on the Edge of Night

Drops, like stars on a winter night,
Sparkling on the limb
Glittering in the back porch light
Diamonds on velvet trim
Crystal sparks of liquid delight
Clinging below the rim
Then dropping gently out of sight
Where the porch light is dim

Found this picture in an article on the net....

Steven Crowder uses it in his blog posts on Breitbart.com! But.... Is it me or what?!!!!!

New Buds in the Mist

Faith Affirmed: Life renews

The birds are chattering at each other this morning and the squirrel hops from branch to branch out the back door. The new buds of spring are trying to burst forth in the fresh mist of a balmy NW morning.

And even the Old Man peeks out from under his covers at the whisper of spring in the air!

Sorrow in the Night

A touch of sorrow in the night
The wash of bitter tears
Yet with the darkness will come dawn
As it has done for years

Leap Up, Leap Up

Leap up, Leap up for dawn is near
The night’s gone on too long
Leap up and sing with gleeful heart
Oh sing a joyous song

Dwell not in darkness, it will pass
Dwell not in fear and pain
Dwell not in sorrow for too long
For joy will come again

Weep for the moment, then let go
For sorrow will not last
Look to the future, there is hope
Don’t linger in the past

The heartbreaks of today will flee
Before tomorrow’s dawn
And you will find great strength in joy
To help you carry on

Leap up, Leap up for dawn is near
The night’s gone on too long
Leap up and sing with gleeful heart
Oh sing a joyous song

A Day of Rain and Sorrow

She wept, she wept all through the day,
She wept into the night;
And neither sun nor misty moon
Dared penetrate her sight.

She wept until the water flowed
In rivulets and rills;
She wept as if she could not stop.
But now her weeping stills.

There, silently, in one small flash,
A star peeks through the tears
It glimmers briefly in the clouds
And then it disappears.

The First Warmth of Spring

Oh, deep, the silence of the night,
And clear the distant stars.
The silhouettes of evergreens,
The soft red pulse of Mars,
The warming breeze of early Spring,
The wild moon’s craggy scars.
And I am trapped in hopeless dreams
Beneath the distant stars.

Still, the hush of drowsy trees
And still, the un-mown hay;
The little whispers of the night,
That hide in garish day,
Spill forth like secrets kept too long
And giggle as they play.
Alone I linger in the dark,
My thoughts in disarray.

Yet, soft’s the breeze that stirs the trees,
The curtains on the sill,
And stirs the heart inside of me,
Though darkness holds me still.
I smell the spring, just out of sight,
The bobbing daffodil
The crocuses and tulip blooms
Across the mossy hill

And though I linger in the night
I sense the coming dawn
So I will stand up in the dark
And simply carry on.

Moments from a Quiet Weekend

The Mist and The Mountain

The mist and the mountain
Bound by the cold
Never too far apart

The mist and the mountain
Closely entwined
Each is the other’s heart

The mist and the mountain
Crisp in the light
The winter’s frozen art

The mist and the mountain
One and the same
Joined from the very start

A Lost Love

I saw your face as I walked in
It took my breath away.
I lost you years ago and yet
You stood right there today.

I felt the breath catch in my throat,
I called you by your name;
You never even looked around.
I turned away in shame.

I know that you have left me here,
And gone where I can’t go,
But he looked so much like you there.
And I still miss you so.

While the Color Sets

My mind drifts off in solitude
Amid the noisy throng.
The chaos of a dozen tongues
The hoarse blow dryers song
Slips far behind me as I go,
A distant little whir.

Behind my eyes I see the sea
And hear its waves a stir;
The hush of breezes through the trees,
The chatter of the birds,
The silence of the meadow grass,
A song of light, not words;
The laughter of the dancing brook
The smell of sun warmed sand,
A hint of wood smoke in the air,
A lover’s gentle hand…

And then I’m startled back to now
And to the noisy here
The moment’s sojourn in my mind
Now lost in chatty cheer,
The bustle of the busy shop,
The real world, loud and clear!

Thank you, Angie!

Whispers in the Night

There is a whisper out my door
Right at the shadows edge
There is a scratching at my screen
Just at the window’s ledge
There is a rustling in the shade
Beside the garden hedge
Oh, could it be that finally
I’m working loose the wedge?

Still in the darkness of the night
I linger silently in pain
Just at the edge of warmth and light
I know my voice will come again

The Absence of Sound

Where are the voices that sing to me,
Where are the songs they sang?
Where are the rhythms, meters and rhymes,
Where are the words that rang?
Where are the thoughts captured in ink and
Scribed in joy on my heart?
Where are the songs of sorrow or praise?
I can’t begin to start.

Where are the words and where are the songs
Where are the dreams they paint
I hear them echoing far away
Lost and growing more faint
Why am I cast on this barren shore,
Shattered, empty, alone?
Why am I punished? For which great sin
Must my poor heart atone?

Why have the voices abandoned me,
Why did they take my song,
Why did they leave me alive, yet dead?
Voiceless amid the throng
Of words that hunger to leave my throat,
To dance across my page;
Bringing a highlight to breathless joy
Or shade to bitter rage.

My songs are gone, the words have fled
And silent is my voice
Until they find their way back home.
There is no other choice.
Look not to me to bring you song
Look not for laughter here.
Look only for a barren heart
Reflected in a tear.