Grace of the Daffodil

Grace of the Daffodil

She rose and turned to the sunlight,
The orange rays warmed her up inside.
She shook her yellow head, contrite,
And set aside her steely pride.

The orange rays warmed her up inside.
She braced for what the day would bring
And set aside her steely pride.
It was high time for a spring fling.

She braced for what the day would bring
In cloudless skies of crystal blue.
It was high time for a spring fling,
A chance for all things to renew.

In cloudless skies of crystal blue,
Robins sail low on the cool breeze.
A chance for all things to renew,
But you can never tell with bees.

Robins sail low on the cool breeze.
True motives scatter hitherto,
But you can never tell with bees…
For even weeds are flowers, too.

True motives scatter hitherto
As apple blossoms bloom and peak.
For even weeds are flowers too,
Colors splashing the landscape bleak.

As apple blossoms bloom and peak,
The dewdrops gently kissed her face.
Colors splashing the landscape bleak
And smiling with a sense of grace.

The dewdrops gently kissed her face.
She shook her yellow head so bright,
And smiling with a sense of grace,
She rose and turned to the sunlight.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2023
March 25, 2023

Spring is finally here, though it doesn’t feel like it for the past few days! The daffodils have been blooming for at least a month now, and I fear they are beginning to turn to mush. I wrote this pantoum to pay tribute to their grace and determination. They have endured the fickle weather, stood up to the winds, and put up with the crazy up and down temperatures. Sometimes we are all like daffodils holding our heads up, standing up to the tests of life, day in and day out. I would like to have the grace and gratitude of a daffodil, and I pray for this strength every day. Thank you for making my spring days golden, daffodils!

My hyacinths are starting to sprout up with their vivid colors, and I can see tulip shoots finally making their way out of the ground. Note to self: I need to spray some Deer Gone on both the tulips and hydrangea shoots to deter the adorable deer family from having them for dinner. I did not see any crocuses bloom this year, and I know I planted about 50-60 in the fall. Hmm. Oh well, I guess the chipmunks, squirrels, groundhogs or voles had some nice snacks over the winter!

I have never had much of a green thumb, but I do try my hardest to keep things alive. My garden has been a work in progress, I’ve had some successes and many failures over the years. I learn by my mistakes. I gave up on roses, but I have had great success with the crepe myrtle trees and hydrangea bushes on the north side of my house (now about 20 feet tall!) If it requires a lot of maintenance, then it’s probably not going to survive on my watch lol.

My biggest obsession is with trees, though! Every year since 2012 when we moved to our home in Northern Virginia, I have purchased about 4 trees per year (not counting the annual miniature spruces I purchase at Christmas, which have about a 75% survival rate on our property). The very first trees I bought were two beautiful Kwanzen Cherry trees, which produced absolutely beautiful pink blooms. They were planted on slopes in my backyard, on both sides of the house. A few years later, a substitute mower recklessly slammed into the side of one, lopping off a huge section of one branch. It was never the same after that, and one year it blossomed in the spring, then dropped its petals and never produced leaves. We left it for a year, it died a slow death. Then about two years ago, the surviving tree got blown over in a horrible wind storm. I actually cried, I loved those trees so much. Dan is usually very insistent that “we don’t need any more trees” but in my opinion, you can never have enough trees! But he knew how much I adored those cherry trees. The other day he pointed to the side yard, and he actually said “that looks like a good spot for another cherry tree.” It lifted my heart up, and I can’t wait to go to the nursery to pick one.

I love that the many different birds nest in our trees and those huge hydrangea bushes. We have several seed and suet feeders around the yard and in our rock garden on the hill. We get a wide variety of birds in our neighborhood: bluejays, cardinals, woodpeckers (red headed, red bellied, downy and pileated), red wing blackbirds, nuthatch, wrens, goldfinch, house finch, Carolina wrens, tufted titmouse, ravens, crows, bluebirds, mourning doves. We also enjoy the antics of the mockingbirds, catbirds, swallows, robins, and herons. And I don’t mind that the squirrels and chipmunks partake of the food, though I finally did set up a corn feeder for them which somehow the ravens discovered first.

I hope that wherever you are, you are enjoying the gentle breezes and beautiful flowers of spring! Have a great weekend!

xoxo

Colleen

Mood: Grateful
Inspiration: “Flora” by Ludovico Einaudi, the Master

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 38.14 Topic: Spring Fling
Hard Bonus: Incorporate an A.A. Milne quote or line (“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head,” “Weeds are flowers too,” “You can never tell with bees.”)
Easy Bonus: Include apples and oranges

The Darkness

The Darkness

The darkness descends with its gloom
Wrathful clouds release their cold rain
Alone, imprisoned in this room
Bold wind rattles the windowpane.

Wrathful clouds release their cold rain
On a canvas of purple gloam.
Bold wind rattles the windowpane
As wayward geese make their way home.

On a canvas of purple gloam
Hunter moon rises in night sky
As wayward geese make their way home
All hope lost, I begin to cry.

Hunter moon rises in night sky
An owl cries out in the chill air
All hope lost, I begin to cry
It seems all roads point to nowhere.

An owl cries out in the chill air
Daylight is doused and nights are long
It seems all roads point to nowhere
I lift my voice in a swan song.

Daylight is doused and nights are long
Alone, imprisoned in this room
I lift my voice in a swan song
The darkness descends with its gloom.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2022
October 14, 2022

I was determined to write a pantoum this week, as it’s been a while since I wrote one. After looking at a list of Kevin Bacon movies, there were some good titles… but “The Darkness” stood out for me. (TRIGGER WARNING: she’s taking a walk on the dark side again, haha!!!!) The poem just sort of morphed from there. I threw some lines down and worked it like a jigsaw puzzle. Fun!

I tried to take elements of autumn, darkness and the changes of this season to illustrate moods we sometimes feel. Darkness, hopelessness, feeling paralyzed, frustrated, like things are spiraling out of our control. We’ve been hearing an owl hooting out there in our backyard, and there’s been a bit of moody weather. It’s getting darker earlier, and sometimes that makes you just feel like nesting and not going anywhere or doing much of anything at all. I’m not really a prisoner in my own room, but after recovering from surgery and working long hours from home… it kind of makes you feel that way!!

I love writing dark, it’s my therapy and a constructive release of pent-up emotions. Sometimes it is just a fleeting thought or memory that comes out of the blue and doesn’t necessarily reflect anything negative that’s going on in my life. It’s just poetry – so no need for worry!

The good news is that I’m released from my surgeon, back to my regular exercise schedule and an ALMOST normal diet. I still have to watch fat intake, I rarely eat fried foods so that helps. Last night I baked a homemade veggie pizza on my new pizza stone, it turned out delicious. Our intention is to get out and enjoy the autumn weather today. The leaves are starting to change color, and I want to experience it in person (not just from my window)! So we will head out to a winery and listen to music. That’s our special thing. I am also hoping to get outside for a run tomorrow, as well. That is always good for my spirits.

Seize the day! Get out and enjoy something you love this beautiful autumn weekend!

xoxo
Colleen

Inspiration: “Rain of Feathers” Sophie Hutchings
Mood: Dark

Blue Reverie

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Blue Reverie

As the clouds dance their pas de deux
In the blue reverie of the night sky,
Moonglow reveals the spirit of you,
And my heart is lifted up so high.
In the blue reverie of the night sky,
Stardust mingles with the shooting stars,
And my heart is lifted up so high
Above the treetops, so very far.
Stardust mingles with the shooting stars.
Birds serenade with gentle lullabies
Above the treetops, so very far
As wistful tears sting my weary eyes.
Birds serenade with gentle lullabies,
Invoking memories from long ago.
As wistful tears sting my weary eyes,
A restless breeze blows through my window.
Invoking memories from long ago,
My senses stir within, the past reborn.
A restless breeze blows through my window,
Imparting sweet essence of apples and corn.
My senses stir within, the past reborn,
Walking hand in hand through fields of gold.
Imparting sweet essence of apples and corn,
Countless chapters remain unwritten, untold.
Walking hand in hand through fields of gold,
The autumn colors paint their brilliant hues.
Countless chapters remain unwritten, untold.
Oh, to have just one more day with you!
The autumn colors paint their brilliant hues
As amber sun plays in periwinkle skies.
Oh to have just one more day with you!
I have much more to say than a final goodbye.
As amber sun plays in periwinkle skies,
My heart breaks with the call of the solitary loon.
I have much more to say than a final goodbye,
But the hour of parting has come too soon.
My heart breaks with the call of the solitary loon,
Moonglow reveals the spirit in you.
But the hour of parting has come too soon
As the clouds dance their pas de deux.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
September 26, 2014