we remember
in the heart of december
all those dear and tender
- Diane Varner
WINTER BLUES
submerged
deep in december
the winter blues
- Diane Varner
THE MORNING SHIVERS
flying past
the morning shivers
december has arrived
- DIANE VARNER
A TRUCKLOAD
often, it comes quietly
other times,
it arrives with a rumble
gliding in, uninvited
carrying a truckload of gifts
that we can only appreciate later
- Diane Varner
RUSH OF ENERGY
May your beauty and your rush of energy energize us enough to protect you and the environment in which we all live.
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There is talk of pipelines today after yesterday's US elections. No doubt, it will transpire.
Will we do enough to protect the environment, to protect ourselves?
- Diane Varner
BROKEN LIMBS
beyond the broken limbs
lies yet another path
of insight and inspiration
Broke my foot speed-jump-roping last week. It's been a humbling experience as I hobble along. Always room for more learned compassion for myself and for others who struggle with mobility issues. The good news is, I'm still standing upright! No need for sympathy here — I'm going to take advantage of the down time and create LOTS of beautiful images.
PS: My daily walks will continue, just in a smaller radius for awhile.
- Diane Varner
PASSING OF YELLOW
and so it is
the passing of yellow
for seasons begin and end
in the warmth of her hues
- Diane Varner
MYTHICAL PAIR
Whenever I think of turkey vultures, I think of mythology. This must be where these birds originated from, right? Their large wing span and humped back necks coupled with their unique, gnarly red heads conjure up tales; here's mine:
I was out walking on the beach one foggy day. Feeling a whoosh of air behind me, I instinctively ducked. Just above me were two vultures circling about. Their flapping wings could be heard above the surf. Having interrupting their meal, I could see they were clearly upset. One landed right in front of me and I quickly halted. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching this spectacle and saw that I was alone. Sitting down in the sand (why, I don't know), I vocalized an apology about intruding on their meal. They looked me suspiciously. I looked at them while carefully pulling my camera out. As I started taking photographs, the one next to me cocked his head at each click and then started 'hissing' at me while he pranced around. The other one came flying in. That was enough! I jumped up and got out of there, leaving the mythical pair to dine without my company.
THE WILD AMARYLLIS
For 22 years now, this wild Amaryllis (aka: naked lady) has faithfully bloomed every fall in a field nearby where I live. The stalks pop up from the dry ground and from them, flows these fragrant pink blossoms that both the insects and myself love. I am always so grateful for their autumn presence, especially in this, the driest of years.
AUTUMN'S GLORIOUS EXPRESSIONS
Autumn...
a time of fruition
and glorious expression
of what was
and what will be
- Diane Varner
