 Feathers in the Sky Feathers in the sky My oh my! How do your branches reach up so high? Feathers in the sky I wonder why Do you ever wish that you could fly? Feathers in the sky Gave a reply We have a lot of roots, but we sure can try! Feathers in the sky They gave it a try A big wind blew and I heard a sigh... Feathers in the sky Waved good bye Back and forth across the sky. Feathers in the sky My oh my! You have a lot of roots but you really can fly!  © written by Christine Summerfield/March 19, 2019
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 Winter Caps As I walked out one winter's day with my woolly cap I saw lots of snowy ones Can you imagine that!  Annabelle's was big and round But one was pointy too! Warming her in winter time Fluffy white and new.  The feeder where the birdies eat wore a snowy hat It looked a little like my own But did not have a strap!  Francis too he wore a cap but it was rather small He is quiet like the snow and stands so straight and tall.
But my favorite one of all was atop the spiky cone
Tall and pointy like the hat of a garden gnome! You never know the special things on a morning walk you'll find Caps and hats of snowy white of every shape and kind. written by Christine Summerfield/March 18, 2019 ©  Brown and grey
Brown and grey What does the winter garden do all day? White and brown White and brown Nothing much to hear, it doesn't make a sound. Ho and hum Ho and hum Grey and brown makes me feel all glum. Then a voice said "ho!" "Look below! Take a little moment now and say 'hello!'" Beside my boot In his green suit He said "I am the one who tends the root!" "You might say It's brown and grey But just you wait til one spring day!" "Soon the roots Will send up shoots And you'll see flowers in the month of May!" Then the wee gnome Hid behind a stone And burrowed down below to his earthen home. Though brown and grey On this winter's day The garden really DID have a lot to say! written by Christine Summerfield / March 7, 2019 The Spaces-in-Between I never really thought about the spaces-in-between Until the winter season came and there was no more green. For then the leaves had fallen and the branches now were bare And I can look between them now and something new is there!  That something new it is the sky in all its shades of blue With waving clouds that look at me and say "how do you do!" And then at night I look between the branches in the tree I sit and wait a little while in and what do you think I see? I see the stars all shining bright and twinkling in the sky I smile at them and twinkle back with my happy eye! "I never noticed you before when leaves were all in bloom But now with spaces in between I even see the moon!"  The gift of emptiness it brings a fullness to my mind A way to look, a way to see what really lies behind. Who knows what waits behind the trees when there is no green? Clouds and stars and skies of blue in spaces-in-between.  ©written by Christine Summerfield/March 1, 2019
 One fristy frosty morning, I walked upon the land Everything had turned to white, a winter wonderland!
Tiny little crystals on every branch and twig Standing neatly in a row on pine and cedar sprigs!  Tiny little crystals On every rose and thorn Shining like a diamond bright On this winter morn. Tiny little crystals dressing up the seeds Ready for the winter ball, even thistle weeds!
 Tiny little crystals on grasses brown and dry Made me stop and take a look and give a happy sigh!  These tiny little crystals Felt like grains of sand But did not last and melted when I held them in my hand. What once was dry and brittle in my garden brown Suddenly had changed to white and wore a silver gown! Thank you little crystals for all you had to say Such delight you gave to me on this winter's day! © written by Christine Summerfield/Feb 28, 2019 |
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