Saturday, December 11, 2010

Once Upon A Christmas Moon

~ Once Upon A Christmas Moon ~
                                                 by: B. Marie Jarreau
        Once upon a Christmas Moon                         
The world was filled with joy
For the blessings all knew
Would be flowing soon.

And from afar and many a-mile
With gifts of goods
And heart of gold
Came a gentle-man
With twinkling, jolly smile.


Upon a flying steed this traveler be
Above the rooftops,
Over river, low and highland,
And above snow shrouded tree.

Bringing for all a gift or a giggle
From deep with-in his bag
A new blue bandanna or a shiny kazoo
Or a doll for ‘Sis made of rag.

A Christmas tree, a brown fuzzy bear,
A pocket knife for a boy
A golden pup with stubby tail
Or a book for 'Aunt Bess' to enjoy.

Snug on their pillows the children did wait
But soon fell asleep in the night,
For no gifts are given
Till the early magical hour
Of Christmas morning light.

Once Upon A Christmas Moon
As quiet as a church-pew mouse
A gentleman, kind,
On a carousel horse
Brought hope and happiness
To every heart and house
. . .
                   
                                 
* All photos and written works copyrighted by Marie Jarreau unless otherwise noted.


A Christmas Gift

   May the
       Sounds  and the Sights
                   of the Season
             Bless  Your Spirit with
                         Warmth
                                 &
                                    Love  





* All photos and written works copyrighted by Marie Jarreau unless otherwise noted.
A Christmas Vision  by BMJ

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Blessings In The Garden
                                      by: B Marie Jarreau

*Sun’s Kiss*
A sunbeam came streaming
Lilac Ladies by BMJ
   Through the clouds.
        She dances
        Touching petunias and
             Kissing pretty roses,

         Coaching stems to reach and rise  
    And blossom toward the skies -
                All this to the pleasure
                              Of a gardener’s
                                     Eyes.
                                                         © BMJ





* Gribble – Grubble*
      Gribbly, grubbly
                    Grainy sand.
                    A loam of earthy,
                                deep, dark soil.
                                  It’s nature’s
                                           nursing,
                                                         nesting hand
                                                             Let's grow something!
                                                                                                                        © BMJ




*Sunday Morning Garden Shower*
                    Listen;
            It’s water falling
                From the sky,
          Reaching for the rivers
                      they
                 Run down,
                     Again,
                       and
                     Again
           Drip, drop, droplets:
                     Rain.
                               © BMJ





*Leaflets from Above*
Lumps of lemon yellow,
Bushels of bronze and browns,
Tans and reds and orange, too
And a leafy handful of gold.
Leaflets leave
their now bare trees
And once again
the Autumn story’s told.
                                               © BMJ




*Last of the Fallen Leaves*
Four leaf,
Three leaf,
Two leaf,
One:
Last one down
Gets to bask on top in the
Soft, gold
             Autumn sun.
                            © BMJ


* All photos and written works copyrighted by Marie Jarreau unless otherwise noted.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

For The Quiet Ones













Shy Ones Grow Up Too
                                            by: B. Marie Jarreau


When she was a very young girl
She said ‘nothing’
To everyone she met.
She chose to save her precious words
For older wiser days
When her thoughts were
Stronger yet.

Some laughed and mocked a girl so small,
Called her ‘dumb’ and pulled her hair
And said,
“She has no tongue at all.”

She kept quite silent
Through her youthful days.
Then like a spirit awake
Words and images began to flow from her heart
As water from a stream to a lake.

As she grew, she had listened
To people, to birds, to owls and Earth
And she’d learned many things,
Yet saved her own thoughts
Till she knew their own worth.

Like a bud as it opens to flower,
She decided to speak.
Her words were fresh
Like a nurturing summer shower.

Ideas and illustrations
From her hands and soul issued forth.
Songs and soliloquies surged from her heart.
Pictures and words
and melodies and more,
She had chosen to express her life through her art.

No longer silent,
No longer small.
The once shy little girl
Would grow up to share her stories
To eager, listeners around the world.
                                                       
©11/2010
. . . 

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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Kindred Spirits
Hanging on a Thread
                                                                              by:  Marie Jarreau  11/6/10

In the early morning spell of a November dawn, a tiny gray spider fell gracefully and slow from a branch’s edge.
Suspended by its shiny, single strand of web-thread it floated briefly against a wall of chilled morning fog. A pleasant sight. I watched - wrapped in a woven woolen shawl, sipping warmth from my cup of ginger tea.
The spider’s abject freedom brought a feeling of kinship to my soul. The little agile creature could descend, or climb, pause, spin or sway in the gentle breeze that fed the fog - as it chose.
At the same time I could sit – sipping from the comfort of my window, breathe deeply of the morning air, stroll out into the foggy day, or go out and dance a solitary jig beneath the  apple blossoms  - as I chose.
For a brief intimate moment in time; there we were – kindred spirits, the wispy little spider and I, hanging on the thread of indecision.
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