brilliant cardinal
brilliant cardinal
bare brown laurel branches
breathless winter morn
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perched alone Read the rest of this entry »
brilliant cardinal
bare brown laurel branches
breathless winter morn
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perched alone Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
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
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 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
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