I miss the beauty of storms… Praying for rain!

“…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

the rain to the wind


“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”
― Joyce Kilmer, Trees & Other Poems

The big fire… Has its sparks!

“But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.”
― David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

The big fire


“…dark embers smolder inside me – one touch and they flare – who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?…”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Let me be your Mirror…To know that you are alive, and teh fairest of the land!

“…let me be your mirror…”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

I breathe onto a mirror


“Mirror, mirror, here I stand. Who is the fairest in the land?”
― Wilhelm Grimm, Grimm’s Fairy Tales

Freshly cut Christmas trees smells of stars and reminds me that all I want for Christmas is you!

“It came without ribbons!  It came without tags!  It came without packages, boxes or bags!”… Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!  “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.  Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more!”  ~Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

freshly cut


As long as we know in our hearts what Christmas ought to be, Christmas is.  ~Eric Sevareid