Tag Archive: spring

Endlessssssssss

Okay, I am now at my end, This winter, no longer a friend. The SNOW is too much, My shovel, my crutch, And HAPPY I cannot pretend. At Christmas, the SNOW was the… Continue reading

The Sprouting Tale

How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows deeply sown anchored in sturdy roots settling and extending girth beneath the surface then sprout of thought breaks soil rising slowly seeking the warmth… Continue reading

Branded

My heart partially broke today. When I began my creatively-inspiring-soul-nurturing-walk along the water path, I came upon a blue X. Then another. And another. Majestic and historic trees that welcomed me on my… Continue reading

A Pause in Whimsy

Cheerful in wonder a brightness of air colour and whimsy a smile to share, sweetness forsaken enchanted delight nodding a message in moment of light.   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, April… Continue reading

A little “Christmas” in April

Today I listened to White Christmas. It’s not Christmastime. No where near December. But when the song came on my music rotation in the car, in the middle of April (a frosty Canadian… Continue reading

Today doesn’t feel like Winter

Today doesn’t feel like Winter there is a lightness in the air a Lightness in my soul it’s where I want to be   Today doesn’t feel like Winter the snow is still… Continue reading

‘Let’s Take it Outside’

I’m dreaming of SPRINGING AHEAD, that clock burst forward when we can say “Farewell WINTER!” and welcome the breath of inspiration, Breezy days of warmth and sunlight Walks of glory A spirit thawed… Continue reading

Sway

“… Like always, it did something to him, something he could never quite figure out. It seemed to put one part of him to sleep and wake another part up, the part that… Continue reading

A pause most-needed

The Tree tunnel is coming alive again. Spring is breaking free of Winter’s icy grip. A damp chill remains, wet and grey, but blossoms are abundant. And yet time is not cooperating. A heartfelt… Continue reading

Not Waterproof

I want to be out in the Rain. It pitters and patters beyond me but I am not waterproof, at least not today. And so my longing to breathe in its freshness will… Continue reading