Wrapped in layers of amazement, each morning lies awaiting. Time will gently tug it open like a present from the sun.
Blue pearl fog is teased away, one strand here, another there, a cobweb scarf, stretching softly up from the river and quietly down from the pastures.
The threads collect to blur the sky with pink and blue and purple; then the light lifts them away to reveal....
The diamonds.
Glittering, blanketing blade and leaf, a gleaming water carpet.
Your tapestry will stand uncovered, all the colors of the season serve as warp, awakening breeze as weft, all tugged together by daybreak and spread over every hill and valley.
Jays embroider blue across it, calls as bright as the edge of autumn, smiling in the sunlight, happy as spring and sweet as summer. Finches jingle sing and robins carol, all for you each dawning.
Here's hoping every golden, round, and glorious morning will bring wonder smiling to your feet, like a puppy warm and loving, a friend for every day and every year, and ever and ever and ever.
Welcome to the world Madeline Jean
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13 comments:
You have such a way with words ... beautiful pics, too.
What a wonderful poem for the new little Friers. Hope all is well with Jen and Scot, and You and GRANDPA AS WELL.
Love, Mom and Dad
Marianne , Publish ,Publish , Publish !!!!!!! You need to !!!!!!!! What a way with words !!!!!
Love you me Dear !!!
Mapppy
This type of saftey with blogger sucks I won't be back sorry !!!!!!
Rev. Paul, thank you so much!
Mama, thank you, she is already loved so much....as every baby should be
Matt, thanks bro. Please PM me and let me know what you are having trouble with and I will try to fix it. I know I have frustrating difficulties commenting on some blogs with word verification turned on, but I try to make it as easy as I can on here without getting spammed to death.
I'll be reading this aloud tonight to brother and sis-in-law.
When I read a line like: "Blue pearl fog is teased away, one strand here, another there, a cobweb scarf, stretching softly up from the river and quietly down from the pastures.' . . .
. . . and you have, for eternity, captured this ephemeral phenomenon in words that sing . . I celebrate the mystery and wonder of the human heart and welcome Madeline Jean.
(May we know how she is associated with the poetess?)
Cathy, thank you yet again for your kind words. It is so beautiful this time of year......
Just read this to my brother and sis-in-law. They're simply amazed and wonder why you aren't published.
Honestly. Wish I'd videod my reading.
We're outside on the most beautiful of the last evening of summer . .
and I think I did your poem justice.
My God Marianne. I wish I'd written that.
That's the greatest compliment I can give.
Wow, Cathy, that means a lot to me. That is a big complement indeed as you are one of the best poets I have ever read after. Thank you.
Sorry. Can't stop. This line:
" . .calls as bright as the edge of autumn."
I will never write a line as lovely as that.
Period.
This is beautiful and it brought tears to my eyes. Maddie is so loved! I agree Marianne, you should publish! Congratulations to Grandma and Grandpa Friers :)
Thank you, Jenny, she is a very lovely young lady and I am sure she is the light of many lives.
i love the way your words hang together. :-)
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