I saw this beauty on a tree in the backyard. I wonder what it was eating. It took quite a while to eat that -- whatever it was holding in between its paws. I'm linking with Nature Notes and Our World Tuesday.
And then this thief. She or He is an expert acrobat, swings upside-down to grab sunflower-seeds from the bird-feeder and eat. It's sad to see how hard they work to get all their food; and, all we do is destroy whatever little food-source they might have. I first saw this poem in Michelle's Blog. It resonates with me so much that I decided to steal it from her blog and put in my blog as well. With this poem, I wish all of you a Happy Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a Very Happy and Prosperous New Year. May the forces of this wide universe, inspiring nature, majestic animals and calming gardens be with all of us.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
By Poet and Environmentalist Wendell Berry
And then this thief. She or He is an expert acrobat, swings upside-down to grab sunflower-seeds from the bird-feeder and eat. It's sad to see how hard they work to get all their food; and, all we do is destroy whatever little food-source they might have. I first saw this poem in Michelle's Blog. It resonates with me so much that I decided to steal it from her blog and put in my blog as well. With this poem, I wish all of you a Happy Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a Very Happy and Prosperous New Year. May the forces of this wide universe, inspiring nature, majestic animals and calming gardens be with all of us.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
By Poet and Environmentalist Wendell Berry
A beautiful post for Christmas..... You can make collages with googles Picassa.... Happy Holidays.. Michelle
ReplyDeleteNature has a wonderful way to help you find the calm from within and see things more clearly. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteThe squirrels have their own feeder and they all look fat and happy now...Michelle
ReplyDeleteI hope this little thief is sated. I always try to feed somehow birds and little animals anyway I can. So there are still people that try to take care but not harm.
ReplyDeleteCertain squirrels in our garden we have given the title of Commando Squirrel. They inspire a mix of admiration and exasperation. Happy holidays to you!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post ... I am still catching up after travel and missed that poem at Michellesx...I'm so glad you reposted it.... We need that wisdom and peace right about now.
ReplyDeleteLovely post,Happy end Xmas week,
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Wonderfull Xmas tree, Happy days untill New Year,
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Pretty poem! Happy Monday, enjoy your new week! I wish you all the best in 2016, Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteWhen you feed the birds, the squirrels are happy too. ;)
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