His words…
I may have just gotten in a lot of trouble for disassembling a good portion of the steel siding around the front entrance door to the shop…. so I could grab a baby sparrow that fell down into the metal channel with mom and dad freakin’ out….
Worth it.
Definitely worth it.
Yet one more of the many reasons I am proud to call this guy my friend.
I don’t care how long one lives on this planet we will never be able to imagine all of its wonders. I learned about one such this morning.
If, like I, you have never seen or heard of this before, let me introduce you to the marvel of…
The Firefly Squid is a bioluminescent squid growing to a length of only three inches. The squid is equipped with special light-producing organs called photophores that emit a deep blue light. Large photophores can be found on the tips of the tentacles as well as around the eyes. Thousands of tiny photophores can be found throughout the squid’s body, giving it the ability to emit light along its entire form. In the Toyama Bay, in the central Japan Sea, the squid are found in fantastic abundance. Normally living at 1200 feet underwater, waves in the Toyama bay pushes the squid to the surface in massive numbers where they are fished by tons from March to June.
And as I stated on my Facebook page this morning. I must see this with my own eyes someday. Periodically, as I learn and/or am reminded of the wonders of this home terraform we call Earth – if it is someplace I would like to visit, even if only in my imagination, I will add to this new section I’m calling Spaces and Places. Well, once I have more than one entry that is….
As I plot, plan, and with fingers tightly crossed, take these jaunts from my To-Do to DONE lists, and of course post pictures, I hope you can travel along with me here.
I place my palm against the frosted pane
Sighing as winds blow snow drifts all around
Winter has cast its shadow long and wide
A summer gal, this cold has been my bane
Oh this winter has indeed been a hound
Whose howls I’ve never learned to take in stride
I look for signs of life along the lane
Hardly a sign of beast or fowl is found
From winter’s bite, is something we all hide
It seems so long since blossoms dressed my mane
And grass not snow was blanketing the ground
I long to see one budding thing outside
So tired of this chill, last patience tried
I smile at last for signs of spring are spied
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Dawn the first light to sparkle on the water
Breaking apart the morning mist
Drying dew drops that gather in the night
Doing their part to add to the mystique
They land on top of the fine fronds
Of the snowy milkweeds
Turning them into small diamond bursts
In search of the rising sunlight
For three days I’ve tried to capture this
For three days I’ve failed miserably
Technical and yes, user difficulties
But today, today feels like the day I won’t blow it
Still, I pull out my rabbit’s foot and give it a smooch
Then my Nikon to check the aperture settings
And with one last kiss, I snap the shot…perfect!
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Seasons
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Poetry Picnic Week 37: Peace…
Drifting in the wind,
a leaf.
Aged. Hardened.
Alone.
Not here.
Not there.
Each gust of wind blowing.
Taking it away, to bring it back.
Only to start again.
Until someone comes.
Carries it away.
To a different place.
Where it is left.
Broken. Shredded. Crushed.
Just enough left to notice.
What it once might have been,
When it was still green.
Lush.
Not taken for granted.
Or left forgotten.
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Written after a trip to a nursing home…
Photo: Tracey Grumbach
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dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: New view for you
Write a poem based on a photograph.
The last of the rain
Leaves bright dew drops on the sand
Save the darker curves
Where flimsy tides carve the shore
My door squeaks open
And the ocean’s roar greets me
Soon the evening bell
That heralds the docking boats
Clangs in the distance
I lean against my door frame
As mild jolts of wind
Causes me to shiver some
But I do not mind
I enjoy the ambiance
Of the setting sky
I’ve loads of things left to do
But it’s worth the time
This peaceful moment
Watching my shore town
Slowly start turning on lights
As emerald seas turn dark
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Some lament this day, others find nothing amiss
The cold darkness fills with bittersweet bliss
Whether Hanukkah or Kwanzaa lights
Or a Christmas tree making spirits bright
On this day of the Longest Night
Saturnalia calls for yet another repast
Luna beams knowing this feast will last
Comets pirouette in bacchanal delight
Old Man Winter smiles and takes flight
On this day of the Longest Night
I heed the nightingale, not the lark
A natural nocturnal, night give my soul spark
Yes, the months lie ahead to feel winter’s blight
And tomorrow marks the slow fall of the dark’s might
But today is Winter solstice and I’m bundled tight
On this day of the Longest Night
“When will it stop?” I do bemoan
A phrase this spring, I do whine much
On days like this that mist and such
I don a shawl feeling so crone
I hold disdain for this dank rain
It dares to chill me to the bone
Sunny pictures my feeble crutch
Oh rain please stop, I still bemoan
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