I love it when someone suggests a poem and I can supply the picture(s). Luuurv it! And who does not love Emily Dickinson?
” Whether it’s Buttercups—that “skim”—
Or Butterflies—that “bloom”? ”
Those lines hooked me on the poem. Muchas gracias!
Make Me A Picture Of The Sun – Poem by Emily Dickinson
Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
And make believe I’m getting warm
When others call it “Day”!
Draw me a Robin—on a stem—
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune—
Put my pretense—away—
Say if it’s really—warm at noon—
Whether it’s Buttercups—that “skim”—
Or Butterflies—that “bloom”?
Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea—
And skip the Russet—on the tree—
Let’s play those—never come!
On the Road at Sunrise is for this weeks photo challenge The Golden Hour. I know I skipped last weeks challenge, sorry.
Breaking Dawn South Texas
Here are a few beautiful sunsets on the water taken for last months challenge Fleeting.
I have no photo of my head in the sand, which would be appropriate while admitting I do not want to deal with my current reality. My mother is ill… critically ill and I am a “mama’s girl” which I admit without shame.
She is/has always been my touchstone, my constant reminder to move forward despite obstacles, my assurance that ‘this too shall pass’… Tonight she lays in an Intensive care unit fighting for her life and I long for a quiet place in a green meadow beneath a sunrise to remind me how marvelous nature is even as life takes its course . Pleading to the heavens not now… not now. Let me sit on the green meadow and meditate on the rising sun of hope. Let me find the courage to endure whatever the future holds. I can hear her gentle whisper,”Keep your obligations. Move on and do not look back except for a glimpse and a smile.”
Longing for serenity
I am trying mother. And here is my submission for this weeks photo challenge : Escape.
I am not a numerology freak by any means but I do find the theory fascinating at times. Coincidental? Maybe. Wishful thinking or superstition? Idk. When it’s good news I [like anyone else] want to believe it. When it is doom and gloom I tend to say ah phooey! Today the numbers 1 and 2 have occurred repeatedly, the digits of the day so to speak.
Bad thing (ah phooey) I got a speeding ticket at 11:12 am heading home from the gulf coast.The officer’s ID was 12
Good thing for a new indie in my opinion (yee-haw) according to my August stats sales for Amazon USA 222 copies of Between the Rage and Grace had sold.
Sunrise over South Texas as we began our journey northward home.
I know many other numbers flashed before my eyes as we made our way home but oddly it was the numbers 1 and 2 that caught my eye.
If it means anything at all … maybe it is the Yin and Yang.
Maybe the moral of this story is slow down, pace yourself, it’s gonna be okay.
I made enough money to pay for my speeding ticket and life is still good 🙂
I borrowed this verse from a friend over at Authors Den because it seemed to fit my ‘photographic story’
Nothing is more beautiful
than the rising sun….
unless you count
between the two.
by Richard Lee King