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“Yoo – Hoo”

Carol A. Hand

Do you ever awake, reluctant to rise
Wrapped in soft piles of blankets
As winter sun glows through still lidded eyes
Grateful for comfort and relative peace
Yet mindful that others are suffering
In a world where both wars and wonders never cease

Finally afoot as I greet the still frigid morning
A single chickadee calls out – “Yoo-hoo
“Drink your coffee, breathe deeply and heed my warning
“You may not have much time – there are things you must do
“It may not make a difference but you too have a voice
“Send it out as I did as a blessing or not – it’s your choice

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Image: Black-capped Chickadee (Wikipedia)

So I send out blessings and another silly poem
To share the chickadee’s message – heart-felt and deep
It’s our job to help chickadees care for our shared home
We all have work to do – and voices – and promises to keep

“Yoo-hoo”

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The Winds of Winter

Carol A. Hand

Greeting the morning while shoveling new snow
Fine frozen flakes swirl and dance through the air
As blustery northwest winds continue to blow
Re-filling the path as if no one had passed there

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Photo: February 2014

 

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Photo: February 2016

I wonder if this is a metaphor for life at its best
The things we say and do travel as they will
We have no control where they finally come to rest
Or what legacy we may leave when the winds of life grow still

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A Magic Morning

Carol A. Hand

The magic of the morning quickly fades
As reality intervenes
Ice to clear from sidewalks
Animals that need attention and care
Letters to write for former colleagues

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Photo: Another Snowy Day – February 2014

Yet the glow of a beautiful story
Remembered as I opened my eyes
On this day of sunny promise
Will remain in my heart as a guide
Even though the tasks before me
Require only simple love and kindness
Not noble deeds to save the world

Perhaps it is the simple everyday things
That collectively build a foundation
Of a lifetime well-lived

Dedicated to family, friends, and all of my blogging tribe – you all bring joy into my life.

 

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Reflections on a Peaceful Morning

Carol A. Hand

As I sip my morning coffee
A gift from above
A delicate snowflake
Settles on my dark glove

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As I gaze in wonder
Gentle breezes blow
Lifting it to join others
On the blanket of new fallen snow

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The whisper of snow, of wonder, delight
This peaceful moment will linger in my spirit
Perhaps through these simple words
Others will hear it

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(All Images: Microsoft Office Clip Art)

Sending blessings to all…

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Reflections on a Winter’s Day

Carol A. Hand

A crispy leaf crackles on the crusty snow
As the west winds of the winter morning blow
Accompaniment to city traffic’s steady drone
As I sit drinking my first cup of coffee, thinking, alone

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Photo: Sparkling Snow (Pixabay)

As the sun breaks through the clouds, transforming hardened snow
Into a field of rainbow sparkles on the blanketed earth below
My heart touched with hope that even on the darkest day
Gratitude will reveal blessings, an inexplicable inner peace to light the way

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Reflections of Winter Sun

Carol A. Hand

I awake as the sun streams through my bedroom window
Setting the morning aglow
On a peaceful Sunday in December
Blessed with a new layer of crystalline sparkling snow

I’m so grateful for these most precious gifts
As my eyes open on another day
Another chance to live and learn
Another chance to show I care through what I do and say

The sun of winter on sparkling snow
Silence of an early morning before others rise
These are the things I miss most in the city
Their presence today a wondrous surprise

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Photo: Winter Sun (Pixabay Free Image)

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A Simple Dream of Peace and Beauty

Carol A. Hand

This morning I awoke from a strange but peaceful dream
A late-blooming lilac with rich-rose colored flowers stood before me
I turned away for a moment and when I looked at the lilac again
It had transformed into a tree with green-edged golden blooms
Filled with golden birds munching blossoms
I couldn’t tell what kind of birds they were, golden finches or grosbeaks
But the golden blossoms and birds set my heart aglow

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Photo: Cassia Fistula (Wikipedia)

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Photo: American Goldfinch (Wikipedia)

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Photo: Mexican Yellow Grosbeak (Wikipedia)

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Photo: Southern Yellow Grosbeak (Wikipedia)

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Photo: Evening Grosbeak (Wikipedia)

This dream reminds me that there is still so much beauty in the world

Enough to lighten even the darkest times and the shortest days of a northern December

 

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Why Are We Here?

Carol A. Hand

There are questions that I still cannot answer after almost seven decades on the earth. Still, I feel it’s precisely those questions that are the most important to continue exploring. Recently, I’ve been thinking about something Neil deGrasse Tyson shared on one of the episodes of Cosmos: A Space Odyssey. His deep, poetic words are important reminders to remain open to the inexplicable mystery and wonder of life, to be honest enough to admit what we don’t know, and to question everything we’ve learned, especially if it comes from sources that claim to know the one truth.

We were born into a mystery,
One that has haunted us
Since at least as long as we’ve been human.
We awakened on this tiny world
Beneath a blanket of stars,
Like an abandoned baby left on a doorstep
Without a note to explain where we came from,
Who we are, how our universe came to be.
And with no idea how to end our cosmic isolation.
We’ve had to figure it all out for ourselves….

We hunger for significance,
For signs that our personal existence
Is of special meaning to the universe.
To that end, we’re all too eager to deceive ourselves and others…

(Neil deGrasse Tyson (2014), Episode 3 – When Knowledge Conquered Fear)

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Photo: Night Sky

Sending you all wishes for a wonder-filled day.