Naked in the Field

Victoria Feathers

You stand naked in the field all winter long
Shaking in the cold, swaying with the wind
Your old bones creaking and snapping
Occasionally offered a fluffy white robe to
cover yourself

The season is changing, Spring is moving in
Put on your chartreuse sequins, cover your nudity
Soak up the sun and warm your frozen limbs
Spread your arms to welcome back the nesting birds,
the lovers that kneel beneath you in secrecy
Stand alone no longer exposed to the countryside

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Emotions Come, I Don’t Know Why

Life barrels over mountains and into deep ravines.
Euphoric highs and damning lows, occasional
stalls on flat plains as it catches its wind.

I become complacent, forget to hold my breath,
and there it goes again.

Up and down as notes on a scale.
Tears and laughter, acceptance and fears, wrapped
up tight or floating buoyant over rainbows.

I just hang on tight and enjoy the journey,
the soaring and the dips as I  wait to catch
my breath.

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Carrying Balloons

I’ve passed through life carrying
balloons assigned to me at birth.
Multiple colors, shapes and sizes
always mindful of their care.

I preferred the pale pink of youth.
Fresh, innocent, I smiled broadly
as I held them high, when a young adult
I released them to the sky.

Grasping red balloons, much
harder to retain, these passionate
balloons pulled me in directions
where I shall not go again.

Thankful to trade them for the
green of adulthood, I released the red.
Raising family, financial stability, I busily
collected more and more balloons to
float above my head.

Vibrant blue balloons faded through the years,
calm, relaxed floated quietly above me.
Slipping through my fingers and flew away
one by one….

Forced now to carry black balloons in
stiff jointed hands.
These balloons don’t float away and
tangle in the trees.

These are fragile balloons of thin material.
I wrap the strings around my wrist
trying to hold on, and yet they
pop, pop, pop.

Copyright Victoria Ramsey 2015

Frantic Wind

Frantic wind, running in circles
Screeching warnings and throwing
anything that stands in your way

What’s bothering you?

Yesterday you were warm and gentle,
kissing cheeks and shaking hands with
flowers

What’s happened to you?

Is it because we’ve closed our windows
and shut you out with the rain?

Pull yourself together, play nice
with the rain…

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The weather has gone from eighty-two days ago to a high of forty today. Blustery winds could blow you away. My dog is terrified of the noises the wind makes inside the house. I spent yesterday laying with her on the floor so she could relax. She tends to sit on the floor beside my chair at attention, much like the guards before the palace. She cannot relax, eat, or lay down. I even had to add an old quilt to the vacant side of my bed for her so that both of us could get some sleep. I hate animals in my bed so this is the ultimate sacrifice of love for her. She is a rescue dog and I believe her to have been sorely mistreated. Four years later she is still terrified of the sound of the AC and heat when it is on and will not enter a room. Forget using a broom around her. Poor baby……

On a good note the baby geese are growing quickly, hard to believe they were hatched on V-Day. I love to watch them with their parents, military like training tactics. A hawk circled them as they swam and foraged for food. The parents, ever vigilant, honked warnings to the hawk nonstop until he finally retreated. I found I was holding my breath at times as he circled lower.

I hope the cold, high winds and near freezing temps at night will not kill my emerging plants. I am so anxious to see the flowers bloom. I would be surprised if this crazy wind does not pluck them from the ground and hurl them into the pond.

I smelled a beautiful scent in the air on Saturday, grabbed my camera and went to find it. White flowering trees along a path into the neighbors field. I snapped a few pic’s that do not do the trees justice. The smell was heavenly though I could not identify the trees.

Well friends have a blessed day and stay safe and warm. Spring will be here soon and all that comes with it….

Busy, busy, busy

I have been negligent here keeping track of blessings. The weather has been so grand that I spend most of my time in the yard making new gardens and putting in a small pond. The pond is turning out to be more complicated than I had imagined, a leak. I’m sure I stepped on a sharp stone and punctured the lining.

On a happier note the Geese brought the babies down for their first swim on Valentines Day. I must note this was the nicest V Day gift I have ever received. They grow so fast, I am amazed how fast they can waddle to keep up with the parents. Yesterday they were foraging along the bank and a hawk kept circling, I was terrified for them.

Small green shoots are popping up everywhere. I have planted so much I can’t remember what is what. I kept pulling this weed that was invading the bank of my dry creek bed. I wondered why my Rock Cress hadn’t emerged yet. I researched it and believe that the pictures on the net look like the plants I have been pulling…… Sometimes I amaze myself. I will try to refrain from weeding until I am certain what I am doing, if I don’t forget. I am getting so dingy.

The new border lilies have little pink buds on them. I am excited to see them open, maybe for Easter. The new rose bushes are bursting in new leaves. I’m like an expectant mother waiting for the birth, visiting the nursery over and over, imagining the baby here.

God is grand. 

 

Perfect Rainy Day

Umbrella frayed, raindrops dripping through
Clouds riddled with holes, sunlight streaming rays
A grand and perfect rainy day

Raindrops collecting into

puddles

Small

bodies of water floating leaf boats
A child’s imagination sprouts

Small seeds germinate, send up shoots
Reach for the sunlight, sip raindrops
The farmer smiles at his emerging crops

I admire my flowers dancing in the rain
Smell the showered air and damp earth
Whisper a thank you for Earths  rebirth

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Over here, come garden with me……

Detours

Furrowed Blue Rows

My journal ed words scratched along thin blue lines,
thoughts, planted as seed in furrowed blue rows.
Diagrams, designs laid out carefully, outlining life’s expectancy.
Nurturing, feeding dreams, watching them sprout and grow.
Occasionally watching them wither and shrivel regardless
of time invested.
Sometimes life alters our plans, stomps in in heavy boots,
crushing dreams into the ground.
Throws up barricades causing detours, temporary or permanent.
Dreams laid to rest or postponed, life. Don’t give up, ever.
I have seen flowers thrive in the small crack of a hot pavement.
Surely dreams can grow from the pages of a scribbled journal.

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To a new day…

Surrounded by Gods wonder, blessings everywhere……. The weather has been in mid to high seventies and flowers are sprouting up. Trees are putting on small green buds, birds busy building new nests, a time of renewal.

The duck/goose eggs are still being tended by an anxious mother, although she does occasionally escape long enough for a swim with daddy. He looks so forlorn spending days alone. Soon the ducklings will hatch and the training will begin. Last summer it was a joy to behold. The parents are almost like military in training tactics.

I take great pleasure in sitting on my porch after completing my gardening and watching life unfold around me. Fish jumping in the pond, turtles sunning on the shore. I do miss my gardening friend the Heron who watched me all winter. I hope he has a place in Heaven……..