A WOMAN'S WAY

She wears her life's true love upon

Her breast - a gem - magnificent

And cherishes with all her heart

Its beauty and wonderment.

But also in some box she keeps

Bright colored beads she likes to own -

The light - the brief - the little loves

Of vanished girlhood she has known.

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at: http://coloursandstuffl.blogspot.com/

Thank you so much Lorraine, for sharing your wonderful photos with me!

MY HEART IS HIGH

My heart is high with meadow larks

My heart is winging hills

My heart is where the tallest trees

Touch heaven's window-sills

My heart is wide with rainbow fields

My heart draws rivers in

My heart is reaching stretching far

Where ocean shores begin

My heart is deep with daffodils

My heart has songs to sing

My heart is deep my heart is wide

My heart is high with spring.

WEATHER SPY

I have known the sting of winter

on the warmest day in June

Despite what the weather prophet

quoted from his chart

I have caught the scent of lilacs

in December - Now I know

That the season's

in the rhythm

of the beating

of my heart.

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THE MIRACLE CHILD (Every New-Born)

Oh, that your eyes

May see the blue

Of skies

And you may know

The sound of rain

And hear the wind

Against the window-pane

Oh, that your heart

May feel the

Flying souls

Of flowers

Through the air

Blowing across

The hills and plains

Which like a prayer

Sink deep

Into the very soul

Of all things

Oh, Miracle-Child!

May your heart

And mind and soul

Soar upon

Inspiration's wings!

Towards God and Man

And Earth and Sky

Where holy kings

Have made the soul

A harp which sings!

CAN'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING?

Press your tender lips to the passing breeze

and feel my kiss

Catch a falling drying leaf

and hold my hand

Look to the sky full of clouds

and see my eyes

Dip your loving fingers in winter's stream

and touch my tear-soaked cheek

Watch fall giving way to winter

and know how I long for you.

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Heading to San Francisco on Feb. 14th and will be gone for a week.

I won't be posting again till Feb. 22nd.

Wishing all that celebrate Valentine's day a day full of love and joy!

Take care dear readers ... I shall miss you while I am gone!

-Margie xo

GARNERED

If I should know that death will come for me
Before another summer's blossoms shed
With witchery of purple, blue, and red
Their sudden beauty's spell on bush and tree
If I should know that I shall never see
The radiance by a summer rainbow shed
I would not have you grieve when I am dead
Believing me denied such luxury ...

For I have loved this fleeting life so well
Its color, fragrance, joys of night and day
So conscious have been of every leaf that fell
Responsive to each birdsong of its May
That I have stored rich memories to be
My dream of life through all eternity ...

OLD THINGS

I love old things

Weather-beaten houses with moss-grown roofs

Where memories of generations cling

Old china fragile as the lily hands

That painted blossoms on it long ago

Brasses from those dimly lighted shops

Where skull-capped ancients peddled hammered ware ...

Old books where scattered margin notes

Are indices to histories never told

Old people who have aged like ivory

Made beautiful by time's poetic touch

Old loves that remember music

Are sweeter as their memory grows old

And pictures on whose colors time has laid

A hand that tempers them to golden tones ...

SNOW

The snow is so beautiful, God

it turns the marsh grass

into plumed scepters ...

bends the pine low

frosts the hedge

the sky is the color of the inside of a shell ...

a lone duck flies by

with a sense of urgency

ice floes drift on a pewter sea ...

and new snow falls

silently

oh, God, how can I bear to die

and leave your lovely earth?

WINGED

I held a part of Heaven in my hand today

Because I climbed a shining hill

(You of the valley will not understand

But if you've lived on mountain-tops you will)

No mortal stature ever reached so high

But I was all there is of earth and space

Because I climbed a hill and touched the sky

And felt its blueness on my lifted face

I was a God-child with new wings to wear

New wings so wide their feathers brushed the dawn

They silvered all of everything: the air

I breathed ... the living ground I stood upon

How dark the world! How dull all worldly things!

Today I wore an angel's lilting wings!

WHEN YOU ARE NEAR

The peace

that comes

when you are near

pleases and eases the soul.