This blog is about my garden and the outdoors. I am new to photography but I am trying to show some of the pretty things that grow here in Michigan. I love the wild things who visit me and I dont mind if they eat a bit here and there. I like it more if they let me take their picture. As time goes on I think I will try to show you around the beautiful area that I live in as well as my garden. I try to use my own pictures as much as possible but will also use pictures from the web. If I inadvertently use your photo or work without permission please email me and I will remove it or give credit if you prefer. I will give credit when I know who the owner is. I would ask that anyone using my pictures do the same.
... I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.......Psalm23:6
If you do not have a blog and wish to comment (I love comments) you can join google and comment via that, It's free

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Poem......not mine.

I found this poem in my magazine "This England" My friend Roger sent me a subscription to it. It's a lovely magazine and has wonderful photographs and stories. It has history, letters, articles and the odd poem. He sends it to me, as an Ex Pat who misses England very much I am so grateful to caring friends.
This poem was illustrated with a picture of an English Robin so I will do the same.
 photo ee1b17d6-c415-4c38-b143-592de2b7ea14_zps36ee129c.jpg
January Jewels

As winter with an icy hand
Moves down through time and space
The branches of the leafless trees
Seem clothed in dainty lace.
Tall grasses sheathed in silver frost
Once delicate and frail
Stand up like frozen sentinels
In winter's glittering trail.
And crystal orbs and icicles
All glint with sparkling rime
Like jewels strung on tinselled thread
In beautiful design 
And many glistening gleaming gems
Are dancing in the light
The fragile beauty of the scene
Just fills me with delight
Then all is quiet and nothing stirs 
And I am lost in thought
I'm spellbound by such beauty
By Winter's magic caught
Then suddenly a movement breaks
The strange tranquility
A Robin with a crimson bib
Comes hopping up to me
By Kathleen Gillum.

1 comment:

Magic Love Crow said...

So precious! Love the poem and I love the picture!