Tuesday, November 18, 2014



Let your heart's eye drift down.
Past the snow covered branch . . .
the clattering leaf.
Past the early sun at the horizon,
and follow the squirrel hopping to the ground.
Only the sun rises -
On a November morning.



Rev. Paul said...

Beautiful pictures - and words. Thank you for sharing!

threecollie said...

Beautiful, Cathy, simply beautiful.

Cathy said...

To two of my favorite bloggers: "Thank you :) "
That poem sifted down with the snow.

Jonna said...

Just read that the best of poems have tension, or opposing movement of some type. This is just beautiful and captures the feeling of the facts.

Cathy said...

Thank you Jonna . . and thank you for that lovely insight.
It is true that much of what impels me to pick up my pen . . issues from emotional/competing responses to an observation.

jan said...

We keep our snow up in the mountains, but it is lovely on your blog. :-)

Cathy said...

Thanks Jan :) As of today . . . it's mostly gone . . . but I'm sure we haven't seen the last of it.

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