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When evening falls
casting shadows
across blankets of downy snow.
The cottontail rabbit
hops ever so softly
from the brush.
Sounds soften all around.
The world is all a hush.
When evening falls
casting shadows
across the snowy ground.
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A beautiful world of white gifted by the first snowfall of this winter!
Nikon, ISO 320, Exposure 1/500 sec, Shutter speed 1/500 sec, F-Stop f/8, Focal Length 58.00mm, no flash.
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Our thoughts impact us in so many ways: our attitudes, our struggles, our outlook, and who we are. I have to frequently remind myself to think on the things and people that are uplifting, lovely, and encouraging in my life. It is so easy to get caught up in the negative. Today’s verse is a much welcome reminder.
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c2019
December is here.
Christmas time is in the air.
Caroling with cheer.
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As I lay sleeping
familiar faces do I see.
These long forgotten fragments
of people once so dear to me.
Some sneak in
with more than an impression.
I never think of them
when I’m awake,
that would be an obsession.
These visitors who once
our lives briefly crossed,
we all took our separate paths.
Now they come gently in the dark,
a friendly, welcome haunt.
I see me as I remember me.
I feel the warmth of the noon sun.
Someone ever so kind has stopped
to help me with a gentle embrace.
The gesture is so real.
The wildflowers sway in the breeze.
Even the weeds are alive I see!
It is happy here as I dream.
I’d like to stay forever,
please don’t change a thing!
Then the picture changes.
I hate to leave.
Another face from a more recent time,
has come to rescue me.
In the abyss of my mind,
those souls traveling years apart
can meet and share company
within my heart.
When I regretfully awake,
whatever became of them?
Did they get lost
or did I?
I hope they’re happy.
I hope they know
however much,
I love them too.
I wonder though,
do they also dream of me?
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When I dream of you,
We are together always
wherever we are.
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c2019.
The hubs recently surprised me with a road trip where I didn’t have a clue where we were going from day to day. We also have in our family sort of a contest to see who can get to all fifty states first. Imagine my surprise when we went here to see where “Build It and They Will Come”! Plus, Iowa is now one of the three new states we got on this trip. This was a very fun and memorable trip!
Nikkon 7200, image/jpeg, ISO 320, Exposure time 1/500sec, Shutter speed 1/500sec, F-Stop f/8, Aperture Value f/8, Focal length 35.00mm, no flash, Edits +crop.
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c2019
Loving these summer days. Just thought I’d show off the hubs wildflower garden that he sowed from seed two years ago and for the first time came up! We have blooms everywhere and everyday is full of new surprises! Gardens are one of the absolute best parts of summer, even for non-gardeners who just love flowers or fresh veggies. Hope your world is filled with both wherever you are.
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c2019
Shimmery glows of soft pink
and gentle hues of blue,
paints the calm at end of day.
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Scrap bag overflows,
more colors than the rainbow.
Cut, Piece, Sew, Quilt, Done!
Look across the sea.
Insignificant am I
standing on the sand.
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(American Cardinal, male. 1/1000sec. f8 600mm, Iso 560.)
Yea, after many years, I’ve updated my camera and added a bigger lens! This is one of my first attempts. I have a pretty big learning curve. Thank you all for letting me share. Thank you for visiting and a huge thank you if you’re a Follower! –Terre
Haiku
Warm, clear morning sun
Blooms wakening, opening
Beautiful day, joy!
tch c. 2019
Requiem for the American Worker
I hear America crying
across the flatlands, hill and dale.
Embittered tears of weary souls
the beaten down, the proud.
American workers holding on
with a cry in their voice.
Fighting hard to not be counted
among the growing poor.
The waitress at night with a babe upon her breast,
The coal miner tired of his long rest.
The automobile worker doing her best,
The bakery is closing, the baker is next.
The bus driver without a human load,
The young black man never given a chance.
The hospital worker called off, worries how to pay the rent.
Telephone workers marching, out in the cold.
Voices, hands, and hearts
traded for those across the seas.
The small, American farmer
still fighting hard to believe.
I hear America crying,
as those “who have”,
with no remorse, no guilt,
build empires upon the workers backs.
Americans trying, trying, and trying.
I hear America crying.
(Printed with one time American rights, Labor News, Indianapolis, In. Feb 2006.
This Author: tch maintains rights).
Reprinted @ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons c. 2018.
Seasons
Many seasons have passed
since we met.
Tiny wrinkles and creases
have sneaked in
to mark tiny paths.
Yet, when I look at you
I see you as you are now,
but I also see within you
the young lover when we met,
that time tries to hide.
But I still see and smile,
Many seasons have passed.
tch c. 2018: Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons
