Tag: seasons
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War in Paradise
No one is settled – yet. There is great commotion and fighting in my back yard on this warm spring morning. Everyone is quarreling, chirping, hooting and arguing over who gets to move into the brand-new bird house in the shade and who eats at the feeders first. The dilapidated wooden box, which is nailed…
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In the Balance of Light and Dark
Sometimes circumstances come together perfectly. This morning they did for me. The full moon was setting close to the same time the sun was coming up. I grabbed the tripod and headed out into the frigid dawn. After capturing the moon set behind a treeline outside of my house, I got in the car and…
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Closing Curtains
The play is over. The light is dimmed. The curtain is closing. A few actors are still left, Forced to move to the center stage. Sorry, there are no flowers, Only chilling applause for those who played to the end. Thank you for a marvelous performance. See you next season~ Father, thank You so much…
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By Streams of Water
Today I left familiar paths And walked down by the lake. There sat in silence on a bench. Watched wind cold waters break. As waves crashed ruthless on the beach, My eyes drifted along. I noticed there a quiet tree. Her trunk was bent, but strong. The earth around her held her tight, While waves…
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Upward
The cold wind was whipping through the thinning canopy above me and was trying to penetrate through my layers of clothing. Clouds were chasing across the sky as if in an evil race to cover the warming rays of the sun. The path grew dimmer and colder with each step. Dead leaves were falling all…
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Longing
We long … Longing for the earth to release her beauty in spring. Longing for coolness and shade on a sun-scorched summer’s day. Longing for the harvest to ripen in fall. Longing for snow to cover the gray earth in winter. Longing again for the last snow to melt. We go on longing and seeking.…
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Walk With Me
Walk with me. Let’s remember the spring when we planted gardens and watched them grow. Walk with me. Let’s remember the summer when we sat at the beach and watched the kids play. Walk with me. Let’s remember the fall when we ate apples and watched the leaves dance. Walk with me. The path might…
Heidi Viars 