little bird with feathers
you tickle me pink
i pay attention to you
more than you think
you were created for purpose
and you may not know
that there are humans
who study where you go
so fly little bird
and do your thing
for in your activities
enjoyment to me
We woke up this morning to a slight covering of snow. It is always a thrill for me to watch snow-falling. I recently saw a picture of a frozen bubbles,so I prepared myself for the moment of hoping to capture a frozen bubble. It didn’t happen, but for that moment, I was like a kid, with snowflakes in my hair, blowing bubbles and trying to take pictures. The older I get, my gratitude for each day and each year increases. The simple things that I have taken for granted, have become so much more meaningful. I am often in awe of the grandeur of nature, in the kind face of a human, in the gentle tone of a caring individual, the miracle of an infant, and sweet endearing look from a furry friend. Unconditional love… May we enter the New Year with Hope planted in our hearts and continued prayer for a better tomorrow.
May God In His Wisdom
And Infinite Love,
Look Down on You Always
From Heaven Above
May He Send You Good Fortune,
Contentment & Peace
And May All Your Blessings
The author of this maybe Susan Branch
Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..
In winter, I remember still…
(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill
With sleds behind them, lagging there,
As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-
And when atop the hill they rest
Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)
I seem to see myself in them
As I relive old scenes again!
It seems that wintertime is fun-
But somehow only, to the very young!
for as the years creep up on me-
My rocking chair seems best, you see!
The snowball fights seemed quite the thing
For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.
And games were always fun, you know,
Like making “Angels,” in the snow.
A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good
Beside the stove-made warm with wood.
And icicles hanging from the eaves
And diamonds glistening from the trees
Were things of beauty, given free
To the like of you and me!
The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,
Lent a sense of serenity over all.
Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,
To youngsters who can run about,
But give me warmth, and books galore-
And my rocking chair-why ask for more!