Friday, March 4, 2011

Noted Vocabulary

Of course we call them notes.
Plucked, bowed, sung,
Whistled, hummed, each
Sound a tiny message,
Sometimes strung together
Into paragraphs of melody
That speak volumes in
The language of the heart.

The white stuff is finally starting to melt here, and the snowdrops and daffys are poking their way through the soil. The birds have returned as well, filling the morning with song. That is a message I happily understand ~ March may be a fickle mistress, but Spring is on the way!


  1. I love the look of those old handwritten notes dancing their way across the page...

  2. ps. I just followed the link to your story: The Night the Mermaid Stole the Moon.

    Utterly, utterly gorgeous!

  3. You have such gifts! and I'm so happy you share them:)

    I also followed the link to your mermaid's tale. Beautiful!!

  4. What an inspiring sight - music and tiny shoots of green. And that poem! Perfect for this bright, cold March afternoon.

  5. @ Lynn: The old sheet music photo comes from a page of decorative paper I found in a craft store. I was immediately smitten when I saw it :~) Thank you for reading my mermaid tale, and for letting me know what you thought of it!

    @ Lisa: back at ya! *cuddles a bounty of beautiful velvet*

    @ Erz: The joy of macro photography = bringing those tiny shoots into focus! Of course all my neighbors see is me kneeling on the ground, pointing my camera at the dirt :~/

  6. Oh look. Three of my favorite things. Lovely, poetic and nicely arranged.

  7. Hi there
    I just found your blog and look forward to following it, love the stories!
    (aside- julius and cleo, your cats? my next door neighbours had a julius and cleo! I have an Aurelia cat!)

  8. @ Aria: The magic of three :~)

    @ Eimear: Hello and welcome! Yes, Julius and Cleo make up my housecat clan. They send greeting purrs to your Aurelia :~)