Saturday, December 11, 2010

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.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A Garden View

(Updated June 18, 2023)

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.
                                                    




      Gribble - Grubble

      Gribbly, grubbly
                    Grainy sand.
                    A loam of earthy,
                                Deep, dark soil.
                                  It’s nature’s
                                           Nursing,
                                                         Nesting hand
                                                             Let's grow something!
                                                                                                                      





Sunday Morning Garden Shower

                    Listen;
            It’s water falling from the sky,
               Reaching for the rivers as they
                    Run down,
                        Again and
                             Again
                    Drip, drop, droplets:
                                  Rain.

                         



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 again
      The Autumn story’s told.

                                          




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.