walk softly

I wish it to be so
To inhabit the world with my heart,
and not my ears. Just knowing.

When the sap loosens and there is a groaning
In the top branches
Does the whole stand reply in silence ?

Her tail flashes and her spotted-one listens.
Their fear is quelled by recollection
of the meadow
and their own salty runestone.

Behind velvet eyes,
Pain and beauty coexist; without my words.
They feast on wild plum trees.
I wish to be
free of my desire to give them a name.

My contribution to Camera Critters during this busy, magical time of year. . .a deer in the brush at Snail Lake on the day after Thanksgiving. The only sounds I heard were of tiny chickadees and then familiar crunching of leaves and sticks under tiny hooves. There she was with the new sun coming up on her winter meadow. I've included a poem from earlier times that filled my heart when I saw 'summer deer' feasting on wild plums.

Visit Misty Dawn's meme Camera Critters for more animal pleasures. Happy December Weekend, my bloggy friends!

don't make me come over there!

Why is this tabby sitting surreptitiously in the shadows at the Thanksgiving table? And what is the object of her concentration?

Why, its her new BFF--my Gurley turkey candle! It seems she's a smitten kitten. For more stories with a happy ending, visit Misty Dawn's meme Camera Critters.

all good wishes

As I stop to count my blessings this week while enjoying the bounty of the harvest, I remember you reading my blog: I am grateful to know you. Happy Thanksgiving!

We are each other's harvest.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Too much fun -- ABC Wednesday to a T

ABC Wednesday's letter-'o'-the-week is 'T'. . .and I'm using thoughts of our Thanksgiving last week since they're still fresh in my mind (and who knows how long that will last!) Sadly Erica couldn't join us because she was on surgical rotations but Audrey came. . .this year with a special friend, Steven. So that made two young people at our table. Steven is a wonderful young man and good cook. He peeled the potatoes and made his grandma's special recipe for corn pudding. Our turkey was stuffed with cornbread dressing this year. The day was clear and cold which gave us opportunity to take an afternoon walk to Owasso Lake and test its frozen depths.
Both painters, Audrey & Steven spent one day touring the Walker Art Center and the MIA.
Turkey dinner leftovers filled out the three days--pun intended!

Many thanks to Denise who offers ABC Wednesday each week. Visit here to see more T's and to join in the fun.

Happy Thanksgiving!

For all that has been--Thanks!

For all that shall be--Yes!

Dag Hammarskjöld

Its time familiar time to gather my dear fledglings--near and far, stuff the turkey, eat pie, sigh with contentment and look forward to the holiday time soon upon us. Wishing you all a day of peace and plenty. When I count my blessings you will be on my list!