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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Still Waters Run Deep


These pictures were taken outside of Ocilla Georgia. The trees are standing in shallow but still water.  I don't know how deep the lake is but the old saying is "Still waters run deep."  A person's calm exterior often conceals great depths of character, just as the deepest streams can have the smoothest surfaces.

"The purposes of a person's heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out..." Proverbs 20

The Snow Maiden


I call the snow covered trees the snow maidens of the Smoky Mountains for the beauty of the white delicate snow flakes that cover their branches. We have a snow maiden in our family who has a delicate beautiful soul that she needs to discover. 
The Snow Maiden
The Snow cascaded, swirled and blew,
In the Magical Kingdom
Of The Land of Snow;
Amidst The snow flakes and fairies,
The Snow Maiden dances,
Twirling on pointed toes
From moonbeam to shadow;
Her silhouette we follow
From forest to meadow;
Snow and Ice are her friends,
The coated white earth is her floor;
Center stage from heaven
The stars shine on her,
Seeking no other;
She is The Snow Maiden
Graceful and Fair,
In her fairy white dress
With star light in her hair;
Delicate and graceful
From finger tip to toe,
She's eloquent to behold;
Her eyes sparkles like Crystals
Amidst the snow fairies and sprites
She waltzes in solace
With mystical delight;
From winter's breath she came
Twirling and dancing in the chilled air;
Through the forest and the fields
The wind whispers her name,
Brilliant and translucent...Crystal
The maiden of heaven's white veil.
by PL Fallin

"Hope Is the Thing With Flower Petals"

I wanted to start off 2015 with my beautiful Hibiscus flowers that grew in my container garden last fall.  I hope to see a rebirth this spring. I don't have a green thumb so they have to survive the crazy Florida weather from hot to cold and from thunderstorms to droughts.  I enjoy these flowers in the mornings when they opened their blooms and at night when they went to sleep.  They give me hope of a new day, a new beginning and peace in the evenings.  Emily Dickinson says "Hope Is The Thing With Feathers."  I say "Hope Is The Thing With Flower Petals."

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
By Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without words
And never stops - at all

And sweetest - in the Gale- is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so any warm

I've heart it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb  - of me.