Winter's Palette

When winter arrives

Colors escape to the sky

And leave the earth bare

They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs;

You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

Psalm 65:8

Linking with Skywatch Friday

Irresistible

In the chill of late February, on our patch of Ozark land, 

the only things that appear to be blooming are a few delicate snowdrops.

Saturday's sunshine pried open the petals.

Was it the fragrance, wafting on the breeze, that woke the slumbering honeybees?

Hovering honeybees

find a snowdrop's siren song

irresistible.

How many are your works, O Lord!

In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.

All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time.

When you give it to them, they gather it up;

when you open you hand,

they are satisfied with good things.

Psalm 104:24, 27, 28




Linking with Weekly Top Shot
and Our World Tuesday

Harbinger

Just when it seems like 

 the winter will never end--

up comes the crocus.

Linking with Weekly Top Shot

Grasshopper Haiku

In late September

the grasshoppers are so slow

they need bodyguards.

Babe in the Woods

This tiny Carolina Wren has been visiting our deck recently. 

The little thing is barely out of diapers, 

its stubby tail scarcely protruding from its backside, 

but it can already fend for itself, 

gathering sunflower seeds that the goldfinches spill in their hurry.

Carolina wren

with a voice like a diva

and springs in its feet

Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday

  

Fabric of the Morning

Little chickadee

Singing in vibrant color

                Dressed in black and white





Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday.




Textures are Kim Klassen's Providence,
 and Leslie Nichole's Smokehouse,
along with a sheet of handmade paper.

The Flower and the Fly

Mouse over

Oh do not swat them

unhappy flies

forever wringing their thin hands.

Issa



Linking with
The Creative Exchange
Weekly Top Shot

Moonlight Haiku

    
                                                               

                             In the bright moonlight

                    oak trees cast such sharp shadows

                             they almost trip me.

The Dragonfly Waits

The dragonfly waits

lingering on the yucca

bound by its wet wings.