A poem I came across again, from a favorite poet, David McCord. I should have pictures with this, but I don't at the moment. I just love the poem and had to put it down.
You see this Christmas tree all silver gold?
it stood out many winters in the cold,
with tinsel sometimes made of crystal ice,
say once a winter morning - maybe twice.
More often it was trimmed by fallen snow
so heavy that the branches bent, with no
one anywhere to see how wondrous
is the hand of God in that white world of his.
And if you think it lonely through the night
when Christmas trees in houses take the light,
remember how his hand put up one star
in this same sky so long ago afar.
All stars are hung so every Christmas tree
has one above it. Let's go out and see.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Well, I don't know about that, but they do put a smile on my face. December First arrived with a gentle snow and rain mix throughout the day and a couple of Eastern Bluebirds. My header picture is from that day, with a bit of snow falling in the background. Tuesday was a foggy, drizzly day and the front yard was just a-flutter with activity! Three bluebirds were in and out of the holly all morning and while waiting their turn, sat in branches above the yard.
|Waiting to drop into the holly bush.|
|This Bluebird found itself in the company of Mourning Doves!|