autumn ramblings 4

a time when ~
the full moon went flowing by with the stream pulling behind chill, chilly temperatures
grey skies to try ~ pull us down
plus winds to nearly knock the breath from even the strongest creatures among us. 
not to mention many of the leaves from the trees.

a time when ~
the robins visit, nearly en masse  
moving from one tree to another in our yard, 
and many others, as i walk in daylight hours.
sadly the light tricking ~ frequent thuds heard as the robins bump,
one after another, into the windows.
my heart does a little skip for them. typically they are strong.
not so the numerous wings and stilled bodies i glimpse on the pavement, probably fallen victim to neighbours cat.
i sigh, remembering with some sadness 
the way of nature.
wondering how on african safaris "the chase" seems to draw the attention of many travellers.
not me.
i preferred the humungous yawns 

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as they napped. 
we could be still,
standing in our safari vehicle at a safe distance.
grateful the others with us, also intrigued by those same yawns.

a white feather captures my attention
so very apparent midst the darkness fallen leaves at curb's edge.

a veil of tiny richness coloured leaves 
trails 
from the flatbed trailer at lunch time departure 
from their spot parked beneath the trees of the park beside.

"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
                                          Emily Dickinson 

time to myself

time to create. time to live in the moment. for bits of time anyway.

 peonies. daisies. dragons. robins. butterflies. dragonflies.

 sunlight. trees. wind. thunder. storms. safety.

fireflies. magic. first time ever. wonderment.

time to myself.  
                                  
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Please find a fabulous give-away at my friend Cat's post.

Creative endeavours to be shared in future posts. Hoping you are able to find moments to yourself, moments for creating and time to be within the moment.
Angels be with you dear friends.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?” 

Mary Oliver

I saw a field

of flowers
dancing in the wind
I saw colours
twinkling
in the breeze
I sang notes
of love
as I floated
on the clouds

the calendar says

April 12. And the saying goes "April showers bring May flowers". Saskatchewan though - a beautiful rough land, where the winds blow the dry grass

and leave the tiny little shoots of plants to struggle and push their way through. Where the winds blow warm and dry one day



yet very cool with snow the next. Where the winds blow dust into your nostrils at one moment and sweet scented grass the next.
Saskatchewan though - a beautiful rough land, where you are looking for colour one moment then spinning

in amazement at the clouds,



the sunsets,
the chirrruping birds the next.
Saskatchewan though - a beautiful, rough land where my spirit grows, where I thrive midst the winds and the contrasts.
Saskatchewan though - a beautiful rough land which I love.