When we held handswe believed our destinies were entwinedour paths were the same, so was our destinationour eyes set on our goals. The dreamer that I amwas entranced by those I met on the wayI wanted to play with the butterfliesand sleep with the firefliesrun on the dew drenched green grassand dance with the wildflowersready […]Choices
. How lucky to have a few Tundra Swans delight me in a close fly-by! . Tundra Swan . Wingspan 60-72 inches (152-183 cm) . Gorgeous wingspan! . While in flight, the Tundra Swan’s wings make a rhythmic humming or whistling sound that carries more than a mile. It is believed this may help the […]Tundra Swan Fly-by
SUNRISE -I took this photo from our window . It caught my attention and it was so colorful and amazing. SUNSET -It was snowy and very cold last evening . Temperature was -16C . I loved seeing the pale pink sky in the background.Sunrise and Sunset
What wouldn’t I giveTo have a fickle memory My thoughts scattering in the airLike the dandelion seedsBut my stubborn brain refuses To let go of any detail, small or bigLike an elephant it has a long memory Of all my past follies and blundersThe handsome face over which I made a fool of myself The […]Alas my memory!
As I am writing this it is Australia Day here. It is a post I always struggle with each year because I’m not sure it is right. Many people think, me included, the date should be changed because for the indigenous population this date in 1788 meant the end of life as they knew it. […]Not always proud to be Australian
☆☆☆ Tanka ☆☆☆ Winter roses under infinite skyGorgeous petals shine with magical heavenly lightSecret hope from quiet dreamGentle sweet lady knows eternal graceful heartBrilliant pure love by wonderful glorious universeWinter Roses
Image: Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Beata Beatrix, Public Domain Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton I see youa lost strangerdissimulating grief in the #fall’s shadowsI feel youdreams of wild young tigersin the Sahara of my suns the fate plays gamesI drag youinto the lands of spells which crawlpassions striketill all is left from usare ashes in […]Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton
“If you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. […]Beyond Red Feather