Daffodils

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun slips from its home on high

To grace each vale and hill
With bright reflections of its smile
In every daffodil!

Plum Blossoms in Spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blithe is the heart that sings to me

Of blossoms in the old plum tree
And sunlight glinting on the sea.
Thank God that heart belongs to me!
 
Sweet is the song of coming Spring
Lilting with joy that young buds bring
And filled with hope to which all cling.
Thank God that is the song I sing.

Tears Filled with Sunlight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was no joy within her heart,

And so the Dryad wept,
Each tear drop that fell from her eyes
The Dryad caught and kept.
Then, when she had enough of them,
She filled them up with light
And hung them all about her wood
To make her spirits bright.

Still Waters, Reflected Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lead me beside the still waters,

And there let me find a safe place
Where I can just rest a moment
Away from the world’s hurried pace.
 
Lead me beside the still waters,
Where, sacred and blessed by your grace,
The currents are only rippled
By the reflection of your face.
 
Psalm 23:2
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside still waters,

Tide Flats

Family Squabble

Families are alike all over. This is a family of two immature Bald Eagles and two adult Bald Eagles who live in the niqually Flats. The kids were squabbling over who knows what...

 

 

Until Mom decided to break it up. She flew in and separated the kids. One landed and the other took off claiming that the sibling on the ground started it.... Mom swooped in to find out what was going on and when she got nothing but sass she called for Dad to come settle the kids down...

 

 

 

Then Dad slipped off for a moment of quiet before all heck broke loose again over something else!

 

Morning Whispers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet whispers in the morning,

Promises of things to be,
Prayers and dreams and wistful longings;
All of them whisper to me.
 
Sit beside me in the morning,
Listen to its gentle voice.
The sun will bring with it new worries,
But for now simply rejoice.

Morning's Song

You stir restlessly. Tossing,
Murmuring in your warm dreams,
But you refuse to awaken,
To rise from your soft nest of flannel.

Awaken! The dawn is upon you,
Misty in its birth, and bearing promises.
Rise! It is your place to fulfill them,
But you cannot do that curled up in your dreams.