Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Nature

brilliant cardinal

brilliant cardinal

bare brown laurel branches

breathless winter morn

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perched alone Read the rest of this entry »

day breaks

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day breaks sun rises

offers light energy

hearkens toward sundown Read the rest of this entry »

Listening

Is it any wonder children loved Amy Carmichael?  This past week I’ve sometimes wished for an Amy to make a happy appearance in my life.  Instead, I found this lighthearted yet fully realistic take on life when things aren’t quite the way we’d like them to be.  So now I’m listening for bubbles! Read the rest of this entry »

“Give me a world. . . .”

December.  Time to feel eagerly impatient.  Eager to escape the weariness, the heaviness of waiting to be set free.  To discover new life that’s been incubating all these years.  Surely you’ve been there, too?  Or are?  I am. Read the rest of this entry »

wren song greets the day

Carolina Wren Singing

 wren song greets the day

bare bone trees and steel-gray sky

drop into background

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 December 2014
Photo credit: Jack Nevitt Photographer,
http://www.jnevitt.com stock photo

holly berries ooze

Holly Tree, Backyard Dec 2014

holly berries ooze

unclaimed rotting red orange

juice beneath my boots

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Where have all the robins gone?

Does anybody know?

Please tell them their annual fall feast hangs ready

on twigs with prickly leaves,

though not for long.

Ripe berries succumb daily

to squirrels and gravity.

Please tell them

I miss their sweet greedy scolding voices

outside my window.

I miss watching them gorge with gusto on ripe red berries,

as they get drunk on red orange juice,

and drop ejected pits

everywhere

beneath my boots.

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 December 2014
Photo credit:  DAFraser, December 2014

I’m feeling down this evening.

Wondering what will become of me and all of us in the days and years ahead.  Generally, I love the night-time.  Sometimes, though, things weigh on my mind.  I’m in a bit of that overweight-mind-mood this evening.

This ‘light’ poem from Amy Carmichael put things in perspective.  It reminds me of Read the rest of this entry »

It’s been an age

Tree

It’s been an age since I first met you—
You there, looking back at me
Three score years plus eleven to be exact
You haven’t changed a bit, they say
You and I know better Read the rest of this entry »

gnarled scarred misshapen

 

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gnarled scarred misshapen

trunk stands tall serene exposed

mirror of a soul

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 November 2014
Photo credit:  DAFraser, November 2014
Longwood Meadow Garden, Forest Edge

Day of Remembrance

 

 

Taking the day off to remember and give thanks
for the pain-filled beauty and richness of life sacrificed at great cost.

Elouise

 

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 November 2014
Photo by DAFraser, September 2004