Friday, November 15, 2019

Flowers on Friday, Yellows

Not sure what the first yellow flower is but the bottom is an iris that we planted from a neighbor's stock.

It will take more than flowers to brighten up my upcoming week, however, I hope it will brighten up yours instead. May all my readers have a bright and enlightened weekend.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

November Snows

From an earlier snowfall (I haven't downloaded cameras, yet)
As eastern winds howl the snow piles up
too much to venture far and more on its way.

The pin oak leaves still on the tree
clinging to that hope that was autumn's promise.

It is not my first snowstorm and maybe not my last
the first storm of the season is always a shock.

The warm breezes departed with the sun's embrace
what's left is an icy cold stab of the heart
a betrayal as cruel as any jester's twisted joke.

My hope through winter's bleak snow-filled months
is to count the days until my winged brothers
return from their warm southern homes
with hope for a better summer than the last.

About a half a foot of snow fell last Sunday night into Monday morning with the bonus of the winds adding drifts to everyone's morning commute. Into Monday night, the temperature fell to 1°F (-17°C) plus the added benefit of a windchill factor making the overnight weather interesting in Iowa.

My latest entry for Poets United, Midweek Motif  ~ Winter

Monday, November 11, 2019

That'll leave a scar

It was bound to happen... my first semi-serious injury on the farm.

I stepped back and tripped myself in a clumsy display worthy of internet fame. Luckily for me, it didn't occur in front of one of the trail cameras. I landed on a wire cage, tearing pants and skin on the leg.

I've broken skin on the farm before, but this one is a bit more. It was described as an "ugly gash" although I continued to work, only because I'm so far behind for the year.

Needless to say, the leg is tender and bruised (along with my ego).

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Shared Dawn

Dawn reaches out to those open hearts.
A morning to begin that small spark
that by some chance may erupt to light shared.
As colors peak from under the horizon
burning its way through the clouds into morning lights.
Burning its way into the heart to lift that load that is carried.
Spreading the light to be passed to one another
for this dawn was meant to be shared.

This sunrise is for the dreamers
the ones who look beyond this moment in time.
Delivered to those who look for a future
a future where the present doesn't belong.
This dawn's light will spread to those who dream
for those dreams are meant to be shared.

For my new friends at Poets United: Pantry of Poetry and Prose #3

Friday, November 8, 2019

Friday is buck day, deer season

It's been awhile since posting a buck picture. Here's two of one of our residents:

Friday flowers if for just a day (or two)

A bit of melancholia is knocking and attempting to settle in. I know why but it must be the way it is sometimes.

If I share a couple of flowers with my readers, maybe the melancholy won't spread to any of you.
I don't know the names of these two and yes, I should take the time to find out. I will someday.
“The earth laughs in flowers.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” ― Georgia O'Keeffe

“One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.” ― John Mark Green
I hope your day is brighter today and that your weekend that follows will be even better, if for only a short time.

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Nature is

Nature is
From unseen microbe to mighty whale
and while some are predator and other prey
the laws of nature remain.
As wind blows across rolling hills and prairies
across seas of green and oceans wide
the winds stop for no one on this day or any other.

Nature is
As seasons come and go
winter halts to spring then summer storms
She still leads on to autumn shadows.
The cycle of this blue globe
revolving around the golden orb
how many years has it been?

Can I ask the clouds to rain on my fields
or a neighbor's drought covered land?
Can I purchase a sunrise for tomorrow
or a peace-filled sunset to end my day?

Natures laws are to be obeyed
no second chances for some while others live another day.
She decides
It is our arrogance she does not abide.
This vast glory of creation set in motion eons ago
if only we could see and heed her laws.

The more I see and be in her
the more I understand
Nature is a cruel instructor
but a beautiful mistress.
My entry to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Authenticity


I seem to think that we just are borrowing time in this world and nature tolerates us, which is one reason that we strive to be good stewards of the acreage we own. I believe there is probably nothing more authentic than nature itself.

These are a few pictures from the farm to share as a reflection of our small part of the world.

Sunday, November 3, 2019

The Last Violet

November violet on the side of the hill.
Cold wind from the north brings on a chill
of nearer to winter than the summer sun
with hundreds of cousins instead of the one.

A lonely flower for a lonely cold day
with my thoughts now going back to late May.
To when the summer was about to start
and there be enough flowers to fill ten carts.

Maybe this single violet can bring up a smile
on a cold November day for just a little while.
The snows already began so this flower won't last.
When January cold hits think of violets on hills past.
(Not my best work but a few words from a cold day)

I spent the Saturday walking the hay ground and picking rocks, gravel, bits of cement and a couple of chunks of asphalt. That asphalt will help in the local illicit recycling business (my driveway.) The rocks and gravel come in on muddy tractor tires and the cement is from the manure compost that gets spread on the hay.

This little violet was struggling against the odds to hang on to what's left of summer.

Posted at Pantry of Poetry and Prose, 2

Friday, November 1, 2019

Have a happy day before the weekend

I hope you all have a happy day today, so I offer up a couple of flowers for today and the weekend. Again these are from a group of wildflowers from outside the cabin. Not sure of the names, I'll figure it out someday. In the mean time, we could just admire them.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Morning Grace

An October sunrise
full of beauty and grace
in day's beginning.
In the moment of view
only road noise in the ear
though muffled by thoughts.
What the day may bring
who knows if good or bad
but for now, peace and grace
is a good start.
(A few thoughts that may or may not lead to something more)

A silhouette of a silo at the farm a mile or so east of where I stood. I'm afraid these pictures missed the true beauty of the morning. It was distracting while driving south for the morning commute, at least until the clouds filled in and the morning turned to another day of gray.

Each morning is worth a new beginning, a new start or at least a renewal, as we have a chance to turn the page from the day before and we have hope for Morning Grace.