judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

sweet signal of spring / pushing up through snow and leaves / hopeful harbinger ... #haiku

snowmageddon came / left us with 18" / and now we have sun ... #haiku

 

eileen zwetzig was
a good friend to all she knew
102 ... xo

in loving tribute — judith meskill

 

warm winter wishes
to all my fine flickr friends
now and forever ...
 
♥ ♥ ♥

it's love in the mist
or aliens in disguise
mesmerizing blooms ...
 
judith meskill
 

"... From whence arrived the praying mantis?
From outer space, or lost Atlantis?
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
And faintly whisper, Lord deliver us ..."
 
by Ogden Nash
 
i shot this fellow the week before i started packing to move into my new home - i just found him this weekend when i downloaded the memory card in my xti ... xo

 

"... THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

 

"... Partake as doth the Bee,
Abstemiously ..."

 
Emily Dickinson

 
in memory of Louise Halper.

"... THE BUTTERFLY obtains
But little sympathy,
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology.
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat,
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute.
Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry,
’T were fitter certifying for Immortality ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
yesterday i stepped into the garden to catch what turned out to be a nanosecond of repose for this cabbage white butterfly that was flitting about the liatris ... happy weekend, dear friends ... xo

"... I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Familiarities ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... NATURE rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,-
Prodigal of blue,
 
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... the inundation of the spring
submerges every soul,
it sweeps the tenement away
but leaves the water whole.
in which the soul, at first alarmed,
seeks furtive for its shore,
but acclimated, gropes no more
for that peninsular ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
music credit: Ehma , La plage de Blâne-est

"... A Hyacinth -- I hid --
Puts out a Ruffled Head --
And odors fall
From flasks -- so small --
You marvel how they held -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Hush! Epigea wakens!
The Crocus stirs her lids --
Rhodora's cheek is crimson,
She's dreaming of the woods!
 
Then turning from them reverent --
Their bedtime 'tis, she said --
The Bumble bees will wake them
When April woods are red ..."
 
Emily Dickinson