Sunday, November 4, 2012


when i die, she said, 
i'm coming back as a tree with deep roots
& i'll wave my leaves at the children every morning
on their way to school 
& whisper tree songs at night in their dreams.
trees with deep roots know 
about the things children need.


i once had a garden
filled with flowers
that grew only on dark
but they needed constant 
& one day i decided
i had better things
to do.

i think.
that story.
says it all.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.


Tina´s PicStory said...

wonderful snow pics! :)

MyMaracas said...

Beautiful, serene snow and two wonderful poems. The second one, especially, speaks to me today.

The Summer Kitchen Girls said...

although, i do love the pictures...the snow doesn't even look real ~ which is lovely :) almost looks like cotton fluff!

Molly said...

Love your snowy pictures and your words Robin. Snow is pretty but hard work to get around - hope you're not snowed in.

Leah said...

Excellent quotes with your snowy photos Robin. I especially love the pic with the American flag and pumpkin popping out through the snow. Such eye catching and serene contrast to the blanket of pure white snow.
And I wouldn't mind some of the white stuff right about is so pretty.

Margaret Gosden said...

You have an unusual photographic eye! I have started an etching of a snow scene, so your snow photos got my particular attention. One doesn't feel so safe trapped ten floors up, one discovers! Thanks for your thought - I think I am going to look to live closer to the ground!!!!