saturday morning has decided not to offer up it's usual morning sunrise..... floating over the tops of my cyprus trees.... there's no semblance of warmth on another bitterly cold day.... instead i look out over a misty grey frost covered morning as i plan my day. my old tom cat sits on the doorstep.... hunched against the cold..... in silent commensuration....as i listen to a small sparrow's fussing chatter because i've let the birdfeeder run out of seed again. i feel we all ....the three of us..... are quietly sending up supplications for spring....and warm weather.
as i sat..... earlier.... having my breakfast of toast and local honey..... i was reminded of a poem by julian huxley:
"like sudden blossom on the naked trees
memories shoot; the place is all alive
with questing thoughts that like spring-quickended bees
find and bear back rememberance to my hive."
on this cold winter morning.......i'm remembering warm sunny mornings full of bird song and the smell of flowers.....and feeling the ache of the cold in these old bones..........
3 comments:
Love kitty looking in.
Guess he wants the bird feeder filled too.(-: My cats love to sit under mine.
It is cold here and miserable. I am trying to enjoy it because I know what July will be like(-:
Have a great day!!!
cindee....catman used to be a fearless hunter but thank goodness he's too fat....old...and slow to do much damage anymore.....sorta like me....LOL
thank you... anonymous....for the comment on my 'just like greta garbo' post....i've never been one to share my true self with anyone...but....she seems to have taken on a life of her own and refuses to be kept inside any longer...not sure if it's because i'm getting older or the result of the cataclysmic upheaval of my soul recently but i feel it's time to peel back the protective layers to reveal the higher self that is me.........
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