Welcome to the Playroom at 14 Peonystreet!

Why we call it the 'Playroom': the garrett at the top of the stairs, whence objects pleasing to the eye are brought from the drawing board to reality, after much discussion with the ancestors.....

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Night Visitors

Yes, it's blurry-- but the best I could do under the circumstances.
The dogs went wild with barking, so had to go and check what all the commotion was about. 
About 25 of the neighbors black angus were all munching on my grass in the front yard.
They were all safely corralled back to their pasture......


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Farm in the Mist

My Favorite Tree
Nest in the Myrtle
Dandelion Spider
Maple tree
Hollyhock from seed
Pecan trees
Turnip Greens
Old house
Morning Glory

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Goodbye to My "Laughing Corn"!

Here yesterday.......
.....gone today!
I am obsessed with my "laughing corn"!
It entertained me all summer,
providing me with music to my ears all through the season.
Now, all the ears have been harvested,

and we will await winter...

Friday, September 26, 2014

Even’s Glo’ - A Poem of Longing

When the day winds down
and the clock gets slow,
the daylight dims
to even’s glo.
I sit and look past 
the fields below
watching the clouds lying low....

And wish you were mine. 

The clouds in their splendorous light-
I wonder if you see it so?
Here on earth or in heaven’s gaze
I wish you were mine,
to have to hold for tomorrow, next year.

But you are not here.

There’s the colors, do you see?
Lavender and pink and grey.
It’s in the sunset and the sea.
How can I keep this grief at bay?

Are you in the even’s glo?
I think of the time, when you
were mine, and the places we would go.

You belong to the ages now,
timeless as the sea.
It will be my turn one day. 

But for now, I still long for the time
when you were mine.

Even’s glo has turned to dark.
See the stars in the sky?
Big Dipper, Milky Way,
then comets fly. 

I reach out my arm as if to touch.
It’s only a shadow in the air.
This grief is almost too hard to bear.

It’s cool now and all the colors of the day 
have melted into night.
Like a baby, I draw your quilt around me,
and I dream.

Suddenly, I see you waving to me in the
even’s glo, an outline in the fading light.

Your arms are real now.
You reach, we embrace.
At last, you are mine.

I awake, and know the dream,
We have been here before.
Now I can go, go in peace.
You’re here beside me, and in me,
and around me.  
You’re in the light,
the day, and the night,
as I walk into even’s glo.


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