judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

"... 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

"... You said that I "was Great" -- one Day --
Then "Great" it be -- if that please Thee --
Or Small -- or any size at all --
Nay -- I'm the size suit Thee --
 
Tall -- like the Stag -- would that?
Or lower -- like the Wren --
Or other heights of Other Ones
I've seen?
 
Tell which -- it's dull to guess --
And I must be Rhinoceros
Or Mouse --
At once -- for Thee --
 
So say -- if Queen it be --
Or Page -- please Thee --
I'm that -- or nought --
Or other thing -- if other thing there be --
With just this Stipulus --
I suit Thee -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
may your new year be "great",
my dear friends,
and, in the spirit of emily dickinson's poem,
may the size of that "great" be the size that "suits thee"! xo

now blue jay says, "this heart belongs to jan",
so come on now and catch me if you can,
i'll keep this heart shaped nut here in my beak,
until jan comes along to take a peek ... <3<3<3
 
judith meskill

another flicker for my flickr friends,
yellow-shafted woodpecker 'neath my lens,
her multi-patterned visage now extends,
this graceful bird whose beauty never ends ... xo
 
judith meskill

it's winter in this northern hemisphere,
a time of shorter days, but of good cheer,
a wish of deepest joy, this winged heart brings,
for you and all you love, my heart now sings ... xo
 
judith meskill

hark, the white goose harold sings,
happy tidings his song brings,
here he's shouting "peace on earth",
belts it out for all he's worth ... xo
 
judith meskill
 
ps: i thought you'd all like to imagine the rather unique version of "hark the herald angels sing" that was presented by the white goose harold. as soon as i find the recording, i'll place a link to it here!

 
"... NOT knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... THIS is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
 
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... BEFORE the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
 
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
 
What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day;
What is only walking
Just a bridge away;
 
That which sings so, speaks so,
When there's no one here,
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Image of Light, Adieu --
Thanks for the interview --
So long -- so short --
Preceptor of the whole --
Coeval Cardinal --
Impart -- Depart -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
(ps: please go take a peek at the cardinal my sweet sister lucy posted for our mom's b'day memory today too ... xo)

"... TO my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.
 
In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
it is with deep sadness that all of those who knew him mark the passing of a great man today - Marc Orchant .

"... LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
 
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
 
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
 
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
 
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
 
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
 
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away ..."
 
Robert Frost

"... Who's to say
What's impossible
Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stoppin' curiosity
 
I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song
I don't want this feeling to go away ..."
 
Jack Johnson - Upside Down

"... HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That heaven is, to me.
 
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,
There Paradise is found! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

dave campbell is no longer in our midst,
and he will be, for certain, sorely missed,
an optimistic gent, he surely was,
and here i send him love, well, just because ... xo
 
judith meskill
 
(wanda shared this very sad news about out dear friend dave today ... he will be missed ... xo)