The sound of crickets

The sound of crickets
is my joy and my anthem
listen, those who choose

~Cindy BK

Retreat

The farm friends retreated this weekend, in part, to hang a door in the woods. An invitation to enter into Creation, into Life, into a New Way or, perhaps, an Old Way, but certainly, into a Way Different and, we'd hope, Beautiful.

Observe, Please

There are stars
in the frozen fields
that will go unnoticed
unless I choose
to notice them...

One who loved nature...

HE was not learned in any art;

But Nature led him by the hand;

And spoke her language to his heart

So he could hear and understand...
 

An excerpt from a poem by Madison Cawein 

May it be so for us all...

Apple Cider Fest, 2014

A Great Flood

Fiddle music rising over the hills
children laughing
dogs barking
friends playing and singing...

sorrows divided,
happiness multiplied
like loaves and bread

joy flooding the evening
raising us all to higher ground.

Widow Skimmer

She is a Grandeur
a Widow bathed in scintillation
and softly clothed in coruscation
a Glimmer and a Wink and a Glow

And when she flies
oh,
how she flies
with finesse
with grace
with elegance and lace
and the Joy she shares
as she tarries there
none other can ever know.