Snowing in Spring

Frozen delight   - Sonny Alfredo Galea - Wild Wilderness Photography
Frozen delight – Sonny Alfredo Galea – Wild Wilderness Photography

Why is it that snowfall in late spring

is always greeted with unprintable words?

After the wonderful lessons of the winter,

why are we overwhelmed with

just one more snowfall or blizzard?

Is it because the lessons of winter

are not finished

or that we have taken off the snow tires?

How can we be tricked into thinking

winter is finished with us?

Have we forgotten the blizzard on the 24th of May?

What about the  frost

that killed  all the tomato plants in late June?

And, last but not least, how could some wee flakes

interfere with one’s serenity?

(Cuz, it is the weekend – darn it)

Moonlight by Sonny Alfredo Galea   Wild Wilderness Photography
Moonlight by Sonny Alfredo Galea Wild Wilderness Photography

Days of Dragonflies remembered in December…

red dragonfly
red dragonfly (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Dragonfly under the apple tree

 

It doesn’t happen often

But I could see it coming.

I had been fasting and creative.

My heart was humming.

I needed to change the pace.

I needed some fresh air.

I needed anything

not  to be waiting

inside in  on

beautiful summers day

in my rocking chair.

I went for a walk under the apple tree

Close up of a dragonfly on a Lotus Flower Bud ...
Close up of a dragonfly on a Lotus Flower Bud on green background – IMG_7149 (Photo credit: Bahman Farzad)

I told the Inner Master

“I need a hug Zee.”

In the next breath, 

much to my surprise, 

Came a beautiful dragon-fly

dancing before my eyes.

WahZ its you

It is you ?

Is it not?

How wonderful you came 

In the form of a dragon-fly

To have a visit.

My heart was lighter

I laughed the rest of the day

English: Dragon fly മലയാളം: തുമ്പി
English: Dragon fly മലയാളം: തുമ്പി (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am surrounded by beauty

Within and without all along my way.

By this wonderful gift of love

in the form of a blue dragon-fly

 

 

 

 

Slipping out the back door…

English: Gates of Paradise, by Ghiberti. Batti...
English: Gates of Paradise, by Ghiberti. Battistero di San Giovanni (Florence). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A decorated door from the Tibetan Nam...
English: A decorated door from the Tibetan Namdroling monastery, southern India. Date: December, 2003 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do you remember at the summer dance

Holding hands with your first romance?

How you longed to slip out the back door.

Well, for me I feel like that.

I do not want to leave in a thunder’s roar.

I want to go…in silence out the back door.

I am ready.

There are no bags to pack.

I am not certain

I have completed my mission.

It is that knowledge I lack.

But like the Man said

“If you are wearing skin

and not a pair of wings

You best be serving Source

until your death knell rings.”

So, upon a winter day I ponder

Have I done all I came to do?

How long will it be

till that sacred back door

comes into view?

What kindness have I forgotten?

What service can I give?

I know I have so much to learn

Your direction I shall not spurn.

So,  beloved Source,  let me

practice your presence,

Giving love  in all I say and do. 

Till I slip out the back door to be with You. 

English: It is a wooden door used in rural Punjab.
English: It is a wooden door used in rural Punjab. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

Roman folding doors from the Villa of the Myst...
Roman folding doors from the Villa of the Mysteries in Pompeii. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Snowy Sunday solitudes’ of silence soliloquy

English: Dog out for a walk in the snow Dog ou...
English: Dog out for a walk in the snow Dog out for a walk on a snowy Sunday in Braemar. Taken in the car park facing the church that can just be seen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Snowy Sunday in Necton Taken at junct...
English: Snowy Sunday in Necton Taken at junction of Rams Lane and Hale Road 11.30 am. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A snowy Sunday in Bedhampton Looking ...
English: A snowy Sunday in Bedhampton Looking from garden in Woodstock Road towards houses in Talbot Road (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How do you explain the beauty of the silence

of the snow to someone who needs the roar of the ocean?

How can you explain the comfort of a fireplace

to someone who needs 80 degree weather?

We are all travelers now.

One moment in the midst of the storm…

the next in its protective eye.

It is all good.

Nothing needs explaining.

{If it does, then you are with the one whose questions will never stop.

I was there.

Now when  counting the blessings

I have in my life…I start with you.

One of them, dear heart, is you.

You are the inspiration for my 

Snowy Sunday solitudes’ of silence soliloquy

Now that is a good sized snow shovel at Calgar...