Spring Colour

Winter Robin Redbreast

Clouded with snow

The cold winds blow,

And shrill on leafless bough

The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.

- Walter de la Mare -

Dusk

We went for a walk through a marsh at dusk last night. It was beautiful. Birds were singing, the sun was setting over distant hills, and the honey-like scent of cottonwood and wild roses lingered in the air.

I've always felt so in awe of those magical moments in time that seem like incredible gifts coming directly from God. They're as if He's stretching out his hand, letting us peek in and gasp in amazement as this magnificent aura seeps out and overwhelms us with its beauty. The marsh last night was like this. Unfortunately my camera does not bode well in low light, so very few of the pictures taken are worth sharing...

New life

"No rain, no flowers."

Waters of Salt

Waters of salt, acres of sand,
lying here on this peaceful land.
Down I peer to the rocks below,
so jagged and sharp – a sailor's foe.
Stretched out sea, no land in sight,
the view is vast – earth's curve is slight.
Shriek of a gull, a mournful sound,
I watch it dive to a clam on the ground.
Daring, mysterious, and carefree –
It takes more than words to define the sea.

Greetings, Autumn, my dear old friend.

The past few months I have greatly enjoyed the warm embrace of your predecessor, Summer, but if I am to be completely honest, the season I await with the most anticipation every year is you, Autumn. I think that you are the season which is most often misunderstood, however; for me personally, you are the one whom I love the most.

Anyone who thinks of you as the season with the disagreeable temper, well! This is what I appreciate the most in you. I find a lot more pizzazz in your temperament than any of your brethren. Every morning I wake I cannot wait to peer through my curtains into the dim morning light to see what weather you have in store for us that day. And whatever weather it may be, it is always a lovely surprise. 

Some may claim your colours to be monotone, dull and dead. These people must certainly be blind, for have they not seen the shimmering of your golden hues as the morning dew and sunlight settle on them? Indeed, you carry more gold in your  pocket than all of the other seasons. And to those who speak of your leaves as "dead," surely these people have never seen them dance on a windy day. Now that is truly a fantastic sight.

Autumn, you are truly a remarkable and lovely part of God's Creation. I adore your soft, dark colours that make it feel so warm in a cold room. I love going for walks and watching the maple leaves fall slowly from the trees above me. I enjoy doing my school work beside the roaring fireplace, cosily wrapped in blankets, with a steaming mug of chai tea beside me. I love how your weather always calls for knitted sweaters, hats, scarves and boots: Fall is certainly my favourite season for fashion. 

“Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.” 

― Donna Lynn Hope