Waiting for Spring

Waiting for Spring, a photo by Sparky2* on Flickr.

How to Make a Game of Waiting
by Jennifer K. Sweeney


This is a capsized game
and there is no display of aces at the end.
Buy a rare and expensive plant that never blooms.
Rearrange your books by the color of the spines.
Bury all your keys that don’t unlock anything.
These are not rules but merely suggestions
of what has worked for others.
For instance, the man who painted landscapes
on his daughter’s sheet music.
Put a big rock on your desk.
Do not name the rock.
Take the numbers off the clock and mail them
to your creditors.
Stitch the hours onto a kite.
Every night, ask until you can hear what replies.

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Thanks AGAIN to SkeletalMess for the amazing texture; it's one I love!

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Spring is Peeping in my Window ...

Spring is Peeping in my Window ..., a photo by Sparky2* on Flickr.

Unbelievable how heavy and exhausting a camera can be to hold steady after a two week bout with the flu!! That I even had the slightest interest in trying tells me that I must be on the mend, lol! Caught this from my kitchen window and it was just what I needed to pull me outside to notice all the new backyard birds and budding signs of spring. Ahhh, the healing nurture of nature ...


Answer to a Child's Question

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,
The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!"
In the winter they're silent—the wind is so strong;
What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving—all come back together.
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he—
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge