Bird Table........................

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.

I love to see them fill up their craw Soon coming back and wanting more. Day by day I fill their table With as much as I am able. All my birds need lots to eat, If this Winter they can defeat. It's so much colder by far this year Many won't make it so I fear. Fat and bread and nuts and seed The Squirrels come to fill their need. Birds to me have the greater need And those are who I try to feed The others are welcome to their share I always make sure there is plenty to spare. ©Janice Kay Jan  2013

Closing The Door...............

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

©JKS 2012

Magical Raindrops.........

Magical raindrops sparkle and shine Brighter than diamonds found in a mine. Bright little jewels caught in a sunbeam They make the girl inside of me dream. Dream of a misty fairy glade. Sparkles on every sunlit blade, helps that child in me to see A fairy who rides on a bumble bee. I hear them buzzing from flower to flower As I lay in a my secret bower. I drift into a dreamy haze Oh how I miss those childhood days, But childhood soon gives way to life. I became a mother and wife. Hard now to remember those long sunny days Where dewdrops sparkle in the suns bright blaze. ©Janice Kay 2012

Golden Fish.............

Golden Fish in garden pond hides beneath the lily frond. Flash of yellow,amber and gold jumps the surface feeling bold. Makes a splash but quickly hides To the bottom gracefully glides Plays among the water flowers, plays hide and seek for many hours. Ever watchful, shy and sleek carefully avoids the Herons beak. Coon and Fox and many more, Seek him out with deadly claw. Still he swims with spirit and ease Lives his life just as he please. Has no fear of what life brings Just for today his heart sings. For golden fish life is fun Morning up to setting sun ©Feb 2012 JKS

Evil winds.................

Evil winds blow cross the moor

Boats get scuttled upon the shore. Such pounding of great hideous waves Echoing through subterranean caves Lightening cracks and thunder rolls deep underground like awakening trolls Mists and rain roll in banks like fog Imagination sees the red eyed dog Devils hounds glide and bay For unwary travelers who carelessly stray Out on those moors all wild and cold Pay heed to those stories by firesides told Light windows with candles to guide folks back home The moors on such days are no place to roam., ©JKS 2011

Moon and Starlight..................

Stardust sprinkles in the sky Twinkles brightly .......I wonder why? Millions of worlds we'll never know Shine down on us ......forever so, Something magic's in the air Man made lights can not compare The lesser light doth rule the night  Always there, constant and bright. She moves in never ending phase Unlike the sun who rules the days Her icy light can touch the heart Weaving her magic then depart As day is sure to follow night Moon gives way to the greater light Evening comes again......moon rise Her wax and wane controls the tide Stars again like diamonds bright Welcome then another night. ©JKS 2012 One of my favourite poets is Walter De La Mare. I think probably because I love his name. However, one of his poems that I really like is this one. SILVER Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon This way and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch. Couched in his kennel like a log With paws of silver sleeps the dog. From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in silver feathered sleep A harvest mouse goes scampering by, with silver claws and silver eye and moveless fish in the water gleam By silver reeds in silver stream Walter de la Mare

Robin Redbreast................

Robin Redbreast......cheeky chap Will eat your lunch right from your lap. Garden friend, on spades he rests Proudly showing his bright breast. He waits for a worm or maybe a bug Examines the ground the gardener just dug. He fixes him with beady eye Unafraid he does not fly. Follows him to each new chore Always hoping to find more. He knows the man goes home to rest and so he flits back to his nest. Another day comes to its end A day well spent with his garden friend. ©JKS 2012 I am linking up with I should be mopping the floor