judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

"... 'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
 
To winter to remove
With winter to abide
Go manacle your icicle
Against your Tropic Bride ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... It's all I have to bring today --
This, and my heart beside --
This, and my heart, and all the fields --
And all the meadows wide --
Be sure you count -- should I forget
Some one the sum could tell --
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

this blue jay wanted in on 'birds of red'
and so i kissed him right upon the head,
he's singing happy birthday with wide beak,
this silly jay with lipstick on his cheek! xo
 
judith meskill
 
imagine being born on valentine's day and being a sweetheart as well?!? well, it just so happens that dear, heart-full, di is celebrating her birthday today, and so i'm wishing her a happy birthday by dedicating this silly 'blue on blue' jay to her! xo
 
(ps: i had to wipe the lipstick off this blue jay's cheek, hope you don't mind ...)

a little birdie told me that today,
we celebrate in a fine flickr way,
a friend who does with light sure love to play,
so chime right in and sing happy birthday!
 
judith meskill
 
happy birthday, tio, my good friend! here's to many, many, many more pictorial celebrations of this day ... xo
 
(ps: check out other great tributes to tio's birthday: horst, jan, june, lucy, mim, and trish.)
#5 in my february red series ... :)

"... The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
 
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#4 in my february red series ... :)

"... He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm ..."
 
Joyce Kilmer
#3 in my february red series ...

"... That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#2 in my february red series ...

"... White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#1 in my february red series ...

they say i'm eric heiden on the ice,
and yes, i'm sure you've seen me once or twice,
while winning the gold medal for my glide,
and taking my fine fame in graceful stride ... xo
 
judith meskill

this honeybee did ponder in midair,
"why i could alight there, or there, or there,
my knees are packed with pollen now to spare,
so i will set down with the greatest care" ... xo
 
judith meskill

these sanderlings did fly in from cape may,
to wish our mim the happiest birthday,
and though we hoped that lovely day would stay,
we'll see another soon now, come what may ... xo
 
judith meskill
 
it's mim 's 'bird-day' and we're all celebrating. here are a few other birthday wishes for mim today: lucy , trish , steve , lydia , tio , jan .

these chinese geese were practicing their moves,
and as you see their fine routine now proves,
that geese can glide on ice in such a way,
it makes you laugh forever and a day ... xo
 
judith meskill
jude's photos on flickriver

"... Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a lantern in my hand.
Through miles on weary miles of night
That stretch relentless in my way
My lantern burns serene and white,
An unexhausted cup of day.
O golden lights and lights like wine,
How dim your boasted splendors are.
Behold this little lamp of mine;
It is more starlike than a star! ..."
 
Joyce Kilmer

pink petals in the morning,
my friends, take no warning,
pink petals at night,
my friends, take delight ...
 
judith meskill

"... Our snow-storms as a rule
Aren't looked on as man-killers, and although
I'd rather be the beast that sleeps the sleep
Under it all, his door sealed up and lost,
Than the man fighting it to keep above it,
Yet think of the small birds at roost and not
In nests. Shall I be counted less than they are?
Their bulk in water would be frozen rock
In no time out to-night. And yet to-morrow
They will come budding boughs from tree to tree
Flirting their wings and saying Chickadee,
As if not knowing what you meant by the word storm. ..."
 
Robert Frost