Have you ever looked deep inside, the way I look into your eyes? Do you notice the smaller things, like the beauty I see in your iris? The smaller things in life are beautiful for me. Like the sound of your heart, softly playing the song of life when we are near. Even your breath, when we kiss may seem small, but it means a big thing for my ears. And for the camera lens we can focus on the smallest of things most never dare to see. Let us journey inside our flowers.
And even Holly Berries look different up close
Tender like the softness of your skin rose leaves emerge
There are things I must learn, and things I must do. Today has only been one part of this journey. ~~ Wade Lancaster
The heart knows something that the mind can not understand. (10w)
First find balance within yourself.
I would rather have you as my best friend for eternity than to have more and lose you forever.
The wind was blowing today with ferocity as warm air moved up from the south. The new year will soon arrive in mid-March as nature grows anew. Old Man 👴Winter trying to resist The Queen of Spring brought forth dangerous winds. When arriving home I discovered the power was out. The power had been interrupted three times today according to a neighbor up the hill. It rained cats, dogs and few sheep I think, from the downpours that came and went all day. I decided I would break the grill out and cook something over a fire for dinner. While I waited for the charcoal embers to burn into lovely ash, I walked about the property a bit. Along the fence line Yellow Jasmine where in bloom. I noticed leaves where emerging from hardwood trees. A Carolina Wren couple flew here and there looking for the perfect spot to build a nest. The male bird gladly follow his mate, carrying in his tiny beak some building materials. She finally decided on a place Mr. Woodpecker had carved out near the porch. Some insects crawled while others flew. In South Carolina we look for the Robins arrival, not some groundhog as the true indicator of spring. For some odd reason long ago someone decided the dead of winter was the new year. It does fall sometime after the shortest day on earth. Nevertheless, nature shows us the true new year. I will soon be spending more time outdoors. I love being close to the world that brings so much beauty into my life.
This Blog had a birthday. According to Automattic we are three today. Imagine that!
(due to the drained battery this post was delayed)
There Was A Time
There was time when I dreamed
that was last night
There was I time when I hoped
that was today
There was a time I was in love
that was two years ago
There was a time when I cried
that was last year
There was a time when I wished
that was last week
There was a time when I hurt
that was a month ago
There was a time when I worked
that was always
There was a time when I was lonely
that was recently
There was a time when I wanted
that was now
There was a time when I found you
that was when you find me
Photos and poetry copyright © 1998 and beyond Wade Lancaster