Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I was watching the birds today and I get so much joy seeing them enjoy a good meal. This year has been really rough for them. The temperatures way below zero. Their poor little feet freeze to the branches. I have grapevines they enjoy sheltering in. This Nuthatch is enjoying some peanut butter. His gob is full and he kept coming back for more. I must put more peanut butter out. This little poem I wrote today and it sort of needs work but for now, its written down.
When the first anniversary of the death of my Granddaughter Alex had passed, we felt like we could begin to move on. It was a difficult time for everyone, but especially for her Mother and her Dad, her sisters and us. She had been living with me on and off since she was 16. She was 21 when she died. Most people who follow my blogs know the story. So here......at the end of that first year, I wrote this poem.
We close the door on this old sad year
Where loss and death caused many a tear.
A new year awaits with promise and hope,
We need to move on and begin to cope.
While memories linger we will still look back
yet we can set our feet on a brand new track.
We will close the door and lean on it.
Shut out its shadows, a new candle is lit.
We will always love the ones who have gone,
We have to move forwards and begin to be strong
New dreams and new challenges lay up ahead.
We can not look forwards to the future with dread.
Yes, we miss her we know that much for sure
But now is the time to close up that door.,
Pick up the candle, hold it up high
move onwards and forwards with eyes to the sky
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Evil winds blow cross the moor
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
I wrote this in December 2012 but it could have been today. We are in the midst of a blizzard. The mall has closed and the police say to stay off the roads. Gabby is coming here tonight instead of trying to get home. This has been a doozy of a winter so far. Even the Bay is freezing and its not done that in awhile. My friend took this picture on her way home this evening. She was making tracks on this road almost. The plows can not keep up with the work and are doing the best they can. Some storms one can not fight................so this weekend its snuggle up in the house and make the most of the peace and quiet. Tristen is at his aunties and will go sledding tomorrow. Maybe.......
The blue skies are turning grey
Just another winters day
A north wind begins to blow
Soon the sky looks heavy with snow
Fluffy pillows of white fall down
Slow at first making no sound
The wind picks up and starts to whine
Sending icicles along his spine.
The snow now comes in crazy swirls
As the true storm now unfurls.
Winds like a banshee shrieks
Snow on snow forming high peaks.
It blows and drifts across the fields,
To this storm everything yields.
Roads are closed and trees are down
As all the lights go off in town.
Man drifts back one hundred years
Storms like this he always fears.
Nature still has the upper hand.
Man will never understand.
He huddles down inside his bed
and pulls the covers over his head.
As the storm rages on all night
Man will cringe and quiver with fright.
The angry blast will eventually cease.
Time to clean up piece by piece.
Now to see what damage's done
All becomes clear with the rising sun.
Just another winters day
and this storm goes on its way.
I am linking up with Inspire Me Monday
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
December dawn through mists arise
A new day faces frosty skies.
Meadows silent under snows,
Tree tops ring with the sound of Crows.
Barron landscape crisply blue,
Shadows tint the snow that hue.
Icy tufts of long dead grass
Protrude above the fields so vast.
Turn to woodlands where Mistletoe
and bright red berries of Holly grow.
Winters grasp will last awhile
Before the Spring begins to smile.
The Ivy shelters small cold things
Against her breast they fold their wings.
Snuggle up against the wall
Away from winds and snow that falls,
They'll venture out when the sun shines through
To do the things they need to do.
Meadow Lark hovers in the skies
While Heron from the mist arise,
To greet another winters day,
With cheerful song that is their way.
No winter chills the songbirds breast.
Sing he will till evening rest.
Many of my poems are along the same lines. I suppose certain things move me to write my thoughts. Usually it is a way for me to grieve a loss of a pet or maybe a person. The weather changes and the beauty of things around me. I have no skill but enjoy simple verse. I have learned a few things along the way. I had another blogger tell me a bit about poems that I did not know. Hmmmm must not have listened that day in school. That is unless like many things they are modern inventions. I did not for example know Haiku, did not do that in school. I am not surprised because I don't get it. She told me about Cinquain poems, chained rhyme, Haiga and other things I didn't know. Naturally I have learned epic poems and like those as they tell a story and if well written can be easy to follow. Ballads are a way of telling a story and we all know what those are. A sonnet is another one most of us have at least heard of even though I did not realize there was a formula. So as I go on this journey I will try to figure out and try some of the different types of poem. Well maybe NOT the epics or Ballads or anything like that. I just want to learn. All for now.
Spider webs spun like silver strings
Hung with diamonds and lacy wings
Winter mornings cold and crisp
I do not linger, walking brisk.
Past the fields where the cows all graze,
In morning mists and sunny haze.
Breath in clouds hang in the air
As they lift their bulky heads to stare.
I walk on past the village pond
Where cold ducks huddle on the bank beyond.
Snuggle down with feathers fluffed
Against the winds ice cold gusts.
I stroll along through woods that sleep,
Past willow trees that hang and weep.
Along rushing streams and babbling brook
I hear the raucous calls of Rook.
Empty nests in tree tops high,
Darkened shadows against the sky.
I walk on back along the lane
As the sun rises up to warm again.
A watery sun in a winter sky
Silence breaks at the Jackdaws cry
My footsteps echo in this quiet place
Where cobwebs hang like frozen lace
They soon will melt as the sun gets strong
I hurry home now where I belong
Shed the gloves the coat the hat
Poke the fire and move the cat
She stays inside on Winter days
Curled up tight by the fires blaze,
I settle beside her on the chair
we sit and watch the fires glare
Safe and warm from Winters cold
That's the end, my stories told.
©Janice Kay Schaub 2012.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
I wrote that poem one day when I went out to where Lady was being boarded. She was laying in her stall with saddle and bridle on. I asked why and I guess she had been used on a trail ride and they were thinking of taking her out again. Now, the barn had always "used" our horses for trail rides and that was fine because they needed the exercise, but.........Lady was old then. Probably around 30 years old. I said enough.........you cant just keep taking her out and especially leaving her in the stall like that. Besides, they knew we went out there on that night and I would not ride her again if she had been out on the trails. So I wrote the poem. They were not happy.........eventually I moved her to a place that my friend was boarding her horse. It was just the two of us making 3 horses. Lady had lots of room to roam and had a great rest. Later we moved again to a friends house and by then I had retired and I saw her every day. She lived to be 41 years old and I am convinced had she remained at the original barn she would not have. We had a terrific relationship and I loved her very much. This picture looks so much like her and I am sure that she is in a happy place now.