Day 357

Clouds and Mountains

INTERMISSION
Song by Sleeping at Last.

I'm so tired but i can't sleep.

My mind is full but i can't speak. 

Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck 

Right here, somewhere between side a and side b. 

I could call it compromise

Or just an intermission. 

Some kind of consolation prize 

for the race i never finished. 

I want to turn these tired gears.

I want to feel the follow-through, 

Some kind of equilibrium… 

Something to set my watch to. 

I'm here, somewhere between

Victory and a white flag. 

Caught in this purgatory dream, I’m stuck.

But I want to set the record straight,

I want to retrace my every step. 

If I could just rewind all the tapes 

Then maybe I'd find my loose thread. 

Call it a compromise

Or just an intermission. 

Some kind of consolation prize, 

So close, but never finished. 

I want to turn these tired gears.

I want to feel the follow-through, 

Some kind of equilibrium… 

Something to set my watch to.

Day 356

Leafy Greens

Growing,

Faintly glowing

with life.

Can it be?

This life will

change me?

If you listen,

To the damp dew

Glistening.

They hum a song

of flashing light,

Pouring forth.

The existence

of such marvels!

Astounding!

Ok see you!:S hine!

Day 350

The Barns Three

They had stood there many years,
  But they were young,
Young compared to the hill they hid behind.
 

Ok see ya!:T he hiding depends on your view....I suppose.

Day 347

Plant Bridge at Night

The sun sank, a soft yellow song,
   A cricket and a black beetle,
    Look down to the sea.

The sun sank, a cloud wondering,
   Floated down and,
    Flopped softly on the beach.

And still the sun sank....


ok see ya!B ut then the morning comes!

Day 341

Curved Horizon

Water the sea,

And plant a wave

And watch it grow.

Up big enough,

To tickle your toes.

Ok see ya!:S hhhh....shhhhh

Day 339

Roses and Rock in Hanging pot

A zumble bee zumbled,
Wafting it's way over to the porch.
It settles on a flower,
In a hanging flower pot.
Zum.

Ok see ya!W uzzle buzzle zum?

Day 329

Yonder Bridge O' Stone

The day was odd.
For it was late in the fall, and the rain was warm.
A slow, low breeze burdened with the musty smells of leaves and dirt.
Danced lazily, dodging rain drops.
Hen'ry stood in the middle of the stream,
Stacking stones deliberately.
"SplishSplash!" the water giggled,
As she snuggled down, over the pebbles,
And thru' the meadow.

Ok see ya!: M urmuring....

Day 322

Tree and pond.

The breeze hushes,

The green grass shushes,

A pebble bumbles,

Pushed by the steam.

The blue sky glints,

The blinding sun tints

Everything

A lovely hue.

ok see ya!:* crickets*

Day 320

Seaside

See?

The sun glitters like a peculiar sort of jewel.

Off the ruffled surface of the ocean. 

It swishes around, trying in vain to grab my toes.

I look down and grin.

And lift one foot out. 

See?

Look!

The wind, really it's just a breeze. 

Sails over a sand dune politely.

I say "How do you do?" quite proper.

The breeze puffles and ruffles my hair.

"Sup'?" it sneezes.

Look!

Listen!

A seagull shouts. "Ha!"

His friends amused at his conduct.

Respond loudly back. "Ha!"

Then a wave, ever the curious one.

Chases the noise-makers back up the beach.

Listen! 

Did you hear it?

"Come!"
The Creator..
whispers.
"Come my love,
Come to me and you will find rest
....
I love you!
Come!"

Ok see ya!:S easide adventurer...

Day 319

Late night by the Lake

The dock creaks slowly with the waves,
The low murmur of voices.
A burst of laughter!
Then crickets take the stage.
Once more.

Ok see ya!:S wish....swish....swish

Day 315

Seeds

More plants!

ok see ya!:C olors!

Day 314

Grassy

Chlorophyll. Leafy. Water.
Green plants filtering the air for us!
Wonderfully designed!

Ok see ya!G o and gaze upon the wonders of God!

Day 312

Sunflower

Sunflowers!
They are quite happy folk. :)

Ok see ya!:Y ellow!

Day 308

Lilies....sort of.

Whew!
This took a loooooong time it seems!
On to the next one!
Have you noticed the dates....they seem terribly behind, don't they?
That's because I'm putting them on the day they are meant to be posted. I got way behind some where so now I'm catching up.       
               slowly        
                                               slowly        

Hooray!

  Hmm anyway I've been thinking of doing something new as soon as I get to the 365th day.  It still will include drawings and the like.. 

BUT!!

Also something new.

Ok see ya!:H opping from puddle to puddle....

Day 307

Squiggles!

Squiggly squigglees squiggle squiggle.
Jiggly wiggle wiggly squiggle.

Floating through the blue,
                               Water.
         Bubbles bubble,
                 Slipping and sliding up,
                       "Escape!" they whisper in my ear.
              Hark!
        A shimmer,
Of light. Illuminates the sandy bottom....


Ok see ya!:S quiggleeee jelly.

Day 302

More forests

Rapidly painted.
ok see ya!:S ploosh!

Day 299

Leaves flutter everywhere...

And drift off down the water-fair...

ok see ya!:S wooshy

Day 297

The winds and bubbles and flowers..

swishhhhh....

ok see ya!:S nif a flower. Your noes sings joyfully.

Day 296

A Forest of Light and Shade

Forests...
....
....
They really are quite something aren't they?

ok see ya!:W altzing through them is delightful to....

Day 294

Flowers

A flower once said to me,
"Friend! Say, why are you here?
I replied, most surprised,
"Eh? I did not know flowers could speak!"
   "Ah...well they can" the flower bobbed it's head, "Anyways...why are you here?"
"Hmm," I hummed. "To tell you the truth, fair one....I was just passing through. I was going on a walk to the sea."
   "Ah...well...that's neat! What's a sea? Or a walk?" The flower wondered."I've never seen one"
"A sea is rather like a raindrop, just a really big one."
    "A raindrop? Achoo! How-...you humans are a silly bunch.." Here she seemed to go off into her own thoughts and didn't reply for awhile. But soon enough she said. "Go on. Go on,"
"Well," I continued. "Like a raindrop. A grown-up raindrop. This peticular raindrop I am going to is one of the biggest raindrops ever. We humans call it the sea."
     "An interesting tale, I must-Achoo- say! I didn't know raindrops grew up! Now tell me what a-achOO!..a ah..sorry. Tell me what a walk is."
"A walk is a journey from place to place. I am mobile as a result." I walked up and down in front of the flower as an example.
      "Hmm..very interesting...very interesting," she said bobbing her head, quite solemnly. Suddenly she had anouther sneezing fit.
"Bless you!" I said grinning.
 "You give me allergies!" she burst out.
"Haha!"I burst out, quite disarmed by the small flower's frankness. "Who would have thunk it? That I would give a flower allergies..."
   "Aye, tis strange."
  And after that we talked about many things like toads, blocks of gravel, books, jello and current events in the field were she grew. Soon me and the flower became fast friends and we got along like wires and Duracell batteries.