judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

and while we pledge our hearts belong to jan,
and we do send our hearts when ere we can,
tis also true, our hearts belong to mim,
and with this love our lives do surely brim ... xo

judith meskill
 
we are sooooooo going to miss you too on our trip to cape may , dear mim! we will keep you in our hearts, always, and collect a bajillion wonderful images for you!!! (and for julie , and for lydia - also both missed on our trip this year! xo)

magnolia tree does grace my eyes, so fair,
her scent does waft so soft, upon the air,
with blossoms that do fill my heart, with smiles,
and spread from me to you, across these miles ... xo
 
judith meskill

"... 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

skimming through the air
twirling fine pink petal skirts
cherry blossoms reign ...
 
judith meskill

petal profusion
cushioning both air and earth
tradition whispers ...
 
judith meskill

 
i've been longing for a 'slideshow' capability for some time now - wherein i can post a day's shooting experience - and flickr's new video capability seems to fit the bill! cheers & hugs ... xo

this cockatoo did flirt with me,
on one bright sunny day,
he cooed and crooned with throaty glee,
and danced the day away ... xo
 
judith meskill

"... 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

"... this year the east wind has been a playful tease
blowing sunshine and making rain as it sends in the spring
the plums along the river fell like red snow in one night
then the tantalizing peach blossoms opened in profusion ..."
 
Wang Shizhen, Seductive Spring poetry series, 1664.
i love the seductive quality of the first flowers of spring and thought to name this shot 'seductive spring' - i then searched for some words and discovered wang shizhen and fell in love with this 17th century poet's 'seductive spring' series ... xo

ladybug on my windowpane,
sun is shining, for the main,
wishing sweet spring thoughts to you,
may your skies be kissed with blue ... xo
 
judith meskill

this chickadee is singing
"happy spring!"
so may her twittery tiding
sweet luck bring ... xo
 
judith meskill

"... Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
 
In Forest -- and the Hill --
By Traveller -- be heard --
Restraining Rampant Squirrel --
Or too impetuous Bird -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... For every Bird a Nest --
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round --
 
Wherefore when boughs are free --
Households in every tree --
Pilgrim be found?
 
Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires --
 
Perhaps of twig so fine --
Of twine e'en superfine,
Her pride aspires -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

i watched this feisty nuthatch try to woo his chosen one with this walnut for nearly a full minute - which is an eternity in nuthatch time ... xo