The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
~Author UnknownRoses from my garden,
Giving me smiles every day.
When the roses fade in fall
I have memories to keep me smiling
Until summer again comes my way.
Judy
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Too early!
Even though the Dwarf Snow Iris is an early spring bloomer, February is far too early for it to bloom in the north!
February is much too early even for the classy Snow Iris,
Who often blooms amidst pockets of snow.
But this year has been different.
She slept soundly under the snow blanket
During the sub zero weather and the freezing
Temperatures that sent subliminal messages
Telling her to stay low, it’s not time yet.
But then something curious happened.
The sun began to shine more often
Than is usual in these parts during
The cold winters.
The sun warmed the earth and sent
A message to the Snow Iris that it was time
To awaken, and start the struggle to emerge.
When she finally made it to the surface,
Exhausted, what was there to greet her?
It was none other than wind, rain, snow
And freezing temperatures!
Now, what was the Snow Iris to do?
She is not one to balk, wilt or give up.
She stands tall against the message
That came too early.
Giving us all Hope that we, too, can
Weather the storms of life.
Good night friends….
Judy
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Random
Since there was no official WordPress Photo Challenge this week, several of us are doing our own. I followed Maggie’s path and did RANDOM. Random can mean scattered, as in these scattered leaves from fall.
Scattered Leaves
I sit in the warm fall sun,
The wind whirling about me.
My face is upturned to
Feel the warmth
Of the rays on my face.
I welcome the sunshine
After so many days of rain.
The wind caresses and tickles,
Blowing my hair askew.
It sends leaves scattering
In a vortex of color
Around me,
And I am dazzled by
Their beauty.
Judy
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Shhhh! The Porcupine Grass has secrets!
Quietly slipping out of the ground,
In the spring, the green leafy shoots
Foretell of great things to come.
Bright and fresh, they gather speed
Reaching toward the sun, until
Gracefully slender, they stand taller than a man.
Fashionably chic with animal print stripes,
They smile, knowing the secrets they hold.
Swinging, swaying, dancing with a breeze,
They are mesmerizing to behold.
As heat gathers around them and others
Seem to wilt, we find
The secrets they’ve been keeping since spring.
Crowns of spiky florets bloom and shine
Like a jeweled coronet, lifting and bowing
Happily in the wind.
As days grow shorter and colder
The stems do not wilt, as other plants do
Rather, they stand tall and proud, becoming
A lovely tawny shade.
The once queenly florets become soft, fuzzy cotton candy
As they drop the seeds they have kept secret all summer.
Seeds that will become…..
New, graceful, leafy shoots,
Quietly slipping out of the ground next spring.
Good night to my favorite readers!
Judy
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