| The Gardeners Glove |
| Seasons |
Soon there will be a soft white blanket of snow resting all over the land. Each season brings something new to
every family, whether it is the birth of a new child or the death of a loved one, or friend. Each have a special
moment in time. As I look out my windows I see a refreshing start to another season. A time to begin something,
a craft, write a story, finish a project long over due. Anything that brings peace to the sole and comfort to a
endless day. I can recall when my children were young and so playful playing in the front yard building the years
first snowman. Every part of the snowman must be perfect. Wet and cold, but the sounds of young laughter filled
the air and brought smiles to everyone's face. What a wonderful time to spend with your family. There are all
kinds of fun activities in the winter time, but my favorite of all was snuggling up to a warm fire and listening to
family stories of years ago. One afternoon on a brisk January morn I sat down and wrote this poem.
every family, whether it is the birth of a new child or the death of a loved one, or friend. Each have a special
moment in time. As I look out my windows I see a refreshing start to another season. A time to begin something,
a craft, write a story, finish a project long over due. Anything that brings peace to the sole and comfort to a
endless day. I can recall when my children were young and so playful playing in the front yard building the years
first snowman. Every part of the snowman must be perfect. Wet and cold, but the sounds of young laughter filled
the air and brought smiles to everyone's face. What a wonderful time to spend with your family. There are all
kinds of fun activities in the winter time, but my favorite of all was snuggling up to a warm fire and listening to
family stories of years ago. One afternoon on a brisk January morn I sat down and wrote this poem.
| On a Winter's Breeze |
On A winter's Breeze... Somewhere Beyond-------- Somewhere beyond an ocean blue, my thoughts are forever thinking of you. Releasing all the pain and sorrow, forgiving and going on until tomorrow. Somewhere beyond the mountains so high, is a voice calling out with a joyful sigh, I'll love you till the day I die. |
| Take The Thyme |
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