Isaiah 58: 11

The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs
in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your bones.
You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose
waters never fail.





Friday, May 9, 2008

Blossoms




Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed

Their snow-white blossoms on my head,

With brightest sunshine round me spread

Of spring's unclouded weather,

In this sequestered nook how sweet

To sit upon my orchard-seat!

And birds and flowers once more to greet,

My last year's friends together."

- William Wordsworth



The Crab Apple tree is blooming this week. It is fantastic.


Blossom Trees
Blossoms. I love blossoms.
My Mom wants to take a picture of me on the blossom tree.
I like the blossoms fall to the ground.
I let the blossoms wilt when they do.
I love blossoms.
-Charlotte Fawcett




I Love Roses
I love roses.
I let them wilt when they can.
I let myself water them.
Spring pools water them when they can.
When no spring pools come
My Mom and I walk out into the sunshine to water them.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Margie,

You have a burgeoning, beautiful little poet on your hands.

I am touched by reading The Poem of Your Life infused into Charlotte's words.

Here are two poems for Charlotte:


CHRISTSPRING

Eternity’s harbinger roots and stems
In the turning tulips, sunny daffodillies
Forsythia, hyacinth, and vernal egg

Budding, bursting, bounding forth
You rise – born new from earth’s tomb
Crowned with seed jacket, clothed in green and purple perfection:

Heavensprung Champion


I BELIEVE

I believe in Story, in stars, green grass & rain,
I believe in autumn leaves and natives on the plain

I believe in football games on Sunday & in my yard,
And milk-up-the-nose laughing that spurts out long & hard

I believe in arcs & whales & bread from bright blue sky
In caterpillars that get wings just after they die

I believe in Goldilocks & three bears in their den
I believe in One True Myth that died and rose again

Love,

Crazy Aunt Sally (aka MP)