My I get so excited when I see the little points of green pushing their way out of this cold winter ground, the tulips and daff's are still alive, despite the grey squirls. Those fat grey squirls are so much fun to watch, but I know they are tilling my flower garden for bulbs , I give them sunflower seeds which we buy by the hundred pound bags, but they love the bulbs. I usually plant more each fall but not last year I was way too busy quilting to do yard work. This year will be different I love my flower beds and they really missed me this year. Gardening is like quilting each plant is a piece of my out door quilt. I love color and texture and it goes where ever I go, so even in the yard texture and design are always at play. Being a quilt-a-holic is a full time job.
Friday, January 28, 2011
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again