blackness fills the sky above
stars peek and twinkle some
a crescent moon hangs askew
a cold wind blows
December 18, 2012
poetry
it’s time to fly
the robins are still here
hoppin’ on the ground
perchin’ high above
in the bare branches
of winter’s naked trees
a cold wind blows
temperatures are droppin’
silly birds
fly somewhere warm
go now
while the gettin’ is good
December 13, 2012
pretty pink streaks in the sunrise
the sky is the lightest blue
I do love my kitchen window view
December 13, 2012
mornin’ musings
circlin’ ‘round the block with Blue
in the brisk cold of December
the ground looks covered in stardust
just the grass glitterin’ from frost
not dust from the stars twinklin’ above
in a sky of the darkest black
there are extra lights a shinin’
in a myriad of colors and shapes
‘tis the season for Christmas lights
amidst the sparkling earth and heaven bright
in the stillness of early mornin’
tears threaten but do not fall
as I take in all the sights
the only sounds are boot falls on concrete
and the jinglin’ of my dog’s tags
as I circle the block with Blue
in the early morning hours
while the rest of the family is sleeping
on this December morn
December 11, 2012
I wonder as I wander,
“When will the robins fly away?”
it is early December now
yet I still see them here
perched in treetops
hopping in the grass
singing a trilling song
“For how much longer?”
cold is lingering
wind is whipping
winter is coming
soon
Dear Robin Red Breast,
You must go now,
so you can return,
and be a sign of spring renewal.
I hope you hear me when I say,
Hurry back, so I can greet you, when you come again, with a smile brightly shining.
I’ll sigh a sigh of springtime,
when temperatures begin to warm,
when winter’s wind gentles to a balmy breeze,
then I’ll whisper, “The robins are back. Spring is here.”
But now, now it’s time to go.
Please.
Love,
Janean
December 9, 2012
here’s the second photograph
of this morning’s vivid glow
the luminescent color has since faded
to a muted lavender
with merest hints of gold
thank you, God, for the beauty of the sunrise
which soothes my aching soul
December 6, 2012
just me
standin’ on sidewalk
while Blue dog plays in a pile o’leaves
we’re walkin’ soon
temps are downright balmy
wind is breezy but not gusty
I’m rockin’ my aqua and brown cowgirl boots
tucked into tapered jeans
got a little jiggle in my walk
the good kind
turned 41 on Saturday
it’s agreein’ with me just fine
Blue is outta the leaves
and off we go
boots and paws on the sidewalk
made it across the street
so Blue could see his best girl
…Luna
December 3, 2012
heart ache
my woman’s heart is breakin’
daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend
life’s been tough for awhile now
doin’ the best I can
cryin’ too many tears
day by day abidin’
movin’ ever forward
walkin’ step by step
thankful for the gift
of each day
we have together
holdin’ it all together
with bailin’ twine and prayers
November 25, 2012
up and at ’em
I’m back inside after walkin’
‘round the block with Blue
under an inky black starlit sky
in the early mornin’ hours
the wind is blowin’ briskly
the temp has dropped past chilly
we didn’t care
dog stopped to sniff and do his biz
I kept good pace down the sidewalk rockin’ my dancin’ frog pajamas
barefoot in my cowgirl boots
November 23, 2012
more
an early morning fog hovers
thickest by rooftops
chased away by streetlights
and yet stars twinkle through
Light shines from Heaven above
saying, “I Am here”
even in the dark, quiet, stillness
of an early morning walk
with that dog I love so BIG
God loves me more
November 21, 2012
Turquoise Tangles 