Friday, December 20, 2013

winter solstice / driftwood dreams

cold clear day, sunny beach,                                            
ears frozen -                
just yesterday;
today, 
sugar coated earth, trees, 
two inches fell from heaven
 warmer  tomorrow -
 where driftwood logs
 hug grassy paths,                                                                  
 footprints of tiny hurried feet                                              
 disappear with high tide;                                                                                                               
                                           aware I am 
                                           of ripples in time -                  
                                           i feel the world pivoting                 
                                           from it's heart's fulcrum;
                                                                                
 i am dreamily caught in
 time's stunning, hushed, ancient measure..

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10 comments:

  1. revelationsDecember 21, 2013 at 5:16 AM

    once again... I sit in Northern climes surrounded by pine trees and snow but you take me to the sea with your words...

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  2. Kathy ReedDecember 21, 2013 at 9:48 AM

    Thank you...I am not used to posting unless it's for a prompt anymore, so traffic is much slower; I appreciate your stopping by and I'm glad you liked the poem.

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  3. MaryDecember 21, 2013 at 5:09 PM

    Oh, I would like to be in view of a sunny beach today, even if it would be cold. I do think being at a beach causes us to reflect on the passing of time!

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  4. JustineDecember 21, 2013 at 6:12 PM

    what beautiful words and lovely shots, wishing you a very Merry Christmas

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  5. Jeanne HenriquesDecember 21, 2013 at 10:22 PM

    Dear Kathy

    FIrstly, I want to thank you for your lovely message..and secondly to say how much I have enjoyed reading your recent posts. It is uncanny that I sit here, at a desk along the coast of Australia, with a view to the Pacific Ocean through a thick growth of nordic pines. I had to smile, the photo you show at the top of this post is the very same that I saved for a Christmas post. Great minds think alike! So wonderful to make a connection again....and I am intrigued by your island. Sending you warm wishes for a wonderful Christmas my friend...the very best to you and yours... Jeanne xx

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  6. Kathy ReedDecember 21, 2013 at 11:34 PM

    ...so nice of you to post, Jeanne...two years ago I never would have thought I would have a blog which was read by twp people from disparate places (Australia and Canada here today) where the beach was shared...let alone more all over the world on other occasions..mind-boggling is the internet and technology these day, enabling us to converse as we now do ;-)

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  7. Ms. BeckyDecember 22, 2013 at 6:51 AM

    You've made a few changes since my last visit and I'm liking them very much. I'm happy you've posted a photo of the present day Eyrie house, it looks wonderful and mysterious. And I always enjoy your written word. Wishing you a joyful season and a healthful new year.

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  8. ClaudiaDecember 23, 2013 at 11:05 AM

    this has a wonderful soft and peaceful flow... a peaceful knowing and being safe and carried in an ever changing world... wishing you a blessed and peaceful christmas time katy..

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  9. Kathy ReedDecember 23, 2013 at 4:41 PM

    thank you claudia and I wish you the very same peaceful and blessed christmas which is hours away...

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  10. Brian MillerDecember 25, 2013 at 6:29 AM

    nice...i love the beach...and at christmas it is usually so empty...so many textures to enjoy...between the sand and smoothed driftwood....cool sand christmas tree as well...

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