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This was my poem that I posted on February 13, while we were having our snowstorms.  Our bird feeder was covered and filled with snow and snow was building up below while snow on the branch lowered the feeder even more.  I felt bad for any birds thinking there might be some sustenance there in the storms. No Drive-Thru The drive thru is closed Don't even try it Don't even come out And take a fly by it It's filled up with snow Right up to the brim There's no seeds inside The pickings are slim If you had been smart You would have flown south Where there's plenty of food To stuff in your mouth. Instead you are here Where everything's white And nothing to eat Not one little bite Come back tomorrow Try us again I'll put in more seeds We'll be open at ten. by Donna JT Smith, 2/13/17 And this is the birdfeeder the next day.... and a few days later after some sunshine...  I could not make good on my

Well, there's no going out today.  The blizzard started yesterday afternoon and has gone through the night.  The winds aren't as bad yet as I thought they'd be.  It is gusty, but snow is able to cling to branches and bird feeders still. The snow is over the dog's back where it is fresh, and where it is deeper from the last storm, she has to keep her nose up pretty high!  Fortunately we have a canvas Frisbee for her to fetch, but even that gets buried in the snow and is hard to find. It is still snowing and will be continuing today into the afternoon sometime.  Then it says the winds will pick up.  It's hard to tell then whether it is snowing or not and the snow will be redistributed making drifts in spots perhaps already shoveled once or twice.  It's a good day for soup and a few movies, coffee and a book, tea and a crumpet or two.  I'm substituting jello for the crumpet...but I'll be doing everything else. My poem for today: No Drive-Thru

There's a lot on my plate lately it seems, and rising very early has become the norm.  Remembering to breathe deeply and regularly has become something I feel I need to prompt myself to do.  Don't worry.  It sounds dire.  It is not.  I am just not feeling the best I've ever felt in my life, but I'm not going to discuss it here.  Just know that I'm not sleeping much, nor eating much.  Yesterday was my first solid food in 18 days - and that was a scrambled egg and some chicken with rice soup.  Yay.  Jello and Italian ice are getting tiresome! I've kept up with my poetry most days, and am completing the World Peace Poetry Postcard exchange.  There were 20 people on my list to send to, and I doubled+ the number of cards to go out, duplicating postcards for bloggers who would like one.  If you would like a card, send me your address, and I will get one to you! I broke, twisted and adapted the suggested rules for this exchange.  Instead of writing a poem a day, I to

These are my evenings: Ginger (the dog) lounging in a chair of her own, my husband watching tv with remote in hand, Noah (the cat) on his lap,and I in my chair beside them. Sometimes the cat is in the empty chair, sometimes on my lap.  But when it is tv time, we are all together settled in, and life is good. The windows afford a snowy view in storms, give the dog entertainment when squirrels, deer or turkeys cut through.  She gives warning to the cat that there is something to attend to or that she is protecting him from the UPS man or the snowplow.  And sometimes they both just sit and watch. I guess this house lends itself to lots of watching.  It's a comfortable house.  And I will miss it when we move.  Our contractor tells us it is now going to be the middle of April when our house in Friendship is done or at least livable and finishable with us in it. But I will miss this place and the memories it holds in its cedar logs, in each knot that stares at me with soulful eyes.

It's Poetry Friday, so that means today is all about poetry. After your visit here, go check in on more poetry with Katie at The Logonauts .  She is hosting today. High School graduation photo Today I want to share my poem that yesterday was published online at Silver Birch Press. On January 30, I was searching around and thought I'd check and see if Silver Birch Press had a new call for submissions.  And - voila! - they did.  The deadline for submitting was January 31 - the next day!  I debated about 30 seconds and decided I was wasting time doing that. Fortunately, I usually see a short deadline as a motivator. So I plunged on in and wrote a couple of really awful things that day.  Then at the end of the evening this one started to come together.  I had it mostly finished, but needed to get my Bio, writing description and pictures together.  On the deadline day, Jan. 31, I put the final edits and revisions to the poem, and sent it all off. So it is here, an Etheree,

What a great shower of postcards this month! Here's my stash! All the cards together Thanks for organizing this exchange extravaganza, Jone!  We are definitely a devoted and reliable bunch...or even over reliable because I sent out 10 and got 11 in return!  10% return on my expenditure.  I'd say that was pretty good! Here they are with the exception of Sylvia Vardell's, as it is a copyrighted one, and I wasn't sure if I should do a close up of the poem. Joyce Ray Peggy Parker Klostermann Linda Mitchell Tabatha Yeatts Jone Rush MacCulloch Ramona Behnke Robyn Hood Black Diane Mayr Joy Acey Kim Urband What an awesome collection!  I am going to have to start a postcard scrapbook I guess, so I can keep them all safe and viewable.  My 10 postcards went out on the 23rd to my recipients, so they should be there now at last.  I wrote a different Haiku for each card, so that should count for a few poems a day in January! I have be

This first Thursday in February is centered on the word RISE, offered by Leigh Anne, who is hosting today's Spiritual Journey First Thursday.  Go to her blog His Turn to read more posts on RISE. My thoughts: I kept bringing the word Rise up in my thoughts this week.  It would literally - though really figuratively, I guess - rise up and take over my thinking. It didn't rise well, though.  So many thoughts went through my head. Bread rises Sunrise Rise and shine All rise Rise to the occasion The rise and fall of the Roman Empire Rise and go - found so many times in the Bible Oh, and so many more.... Then I saw this video.  I was looking for a song I'd heard with Rise in it.  This wasn't it.  It was so inspirational though. I'd never heard it before.  The video is especially moving, and makes me want to be a better person - to rise above what tries to hold me down - to rise and shine. Proverbs 31 15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and