Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Glorified


Glorified

Which is more radiant,
a sunbeam or moonbeam?

Why am I so happy standing
beneath maple and mountain ash,
joining leafy arms praising,
birds instead of bells,
earth instead of incense,
luminescence instead of stained glass?

How is it at night,
it's silence that glorifies,
the soft chirping, the low hoot,
the sliver of light outlining your cheek,
the moon that serves as Host?

Is it possible trees sing for joy,
that He holds mountains in His hands?

When did we stop listening,
stop observing, stop learning
from that which He created?

by Margaret Bednar, April 29, 2019

Reposted and linked with "Earthweal Open Link Weekend #65" a poem I wrote about two years ago...  

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poems in April - Asking a Question"  Don't get me wrong, I think the sanctuary, tabernacle, the Mass is an important part of my worshipping, but I find being in nature can be just as magnificent.

Also linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Platform Tuesday"  

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

The Chapel

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The Chapel

"Do you know what the earth meditates upon in Autumn?"  Pablo Neruda

Autumn's mid-afternoon sun
slants just so, backyard a chapel,
St. Francis almost drowning in gold and scarlet,
no need for fancy vestments
as Fall's bounty provides the finery.

With arms raised, the congregation
of maple and oak offer adoration, swaying,
genuflecting, perhaps remembering
summer's sumptuous behavior,
pleading forgiveness as October's eve,
with cool eye, seemingly judges.

A squirrel scampers along a branch,
acorn, not eucharist, upon his tongue,
although upon reflection,
from mighty Oak it came,
offering sustenance, offering life...

and so I join this thanksgiving,
submit to the Su(o)ns warmth
and Autumn's gracious sanctuary,
strip myself of worries and wants,
lean against Maple, pray
for God's love to strengthen me.

by Margaret Bednar, October 23, 2019

This is linked with "dVerse - Tuesday Poetics - The Question as Poetry" and "Poets United - Midweek Motif - Forgiveness"

pondering on the ending... for God's love to enlighten me.  to fortify me.  to grow within me.  to renew me.  

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Soaring


Soaring

It's the breeze brushing my cheeks
that carries the silken milkweed,
pods finally bursting,

escaping

above wind-tickled grasses
and cattails welcoming us
along pond's edge

trusting

my black stockinged buckskin
will join the spirit of the moment,
tail and mane flowing,

searching

galloping beneath me: my wings,
releasing me for a moment;
a ribbon unwound,

fluttering

absorbing autumn's tranquility,
understanding the stubborn oaks
who refuse to release their colors

celebrating

another season; holding fast
to the lightness I felt as a child
upon my soaring Pegasus.

by Margaret Bednar, October 16, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - Prairie in the Sky". 

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Lessons Learned


Lessons Learned

I've been reflective lately,
find myself passing many a southern garden
sprouting bright green shoots; am thrilled to see
gorgeous red peonies in mine.

But when yesterday lives, I find myself
a long way gone, landscape and memory merge;
a trail through leaves or the sway of southern wildflowers
evoke my youth, my roots -

As a child I'd watch Mother
weed her vegetable garden, plant flowers,
feed the chickens, relax with a book
on a hot afternoon; her liberation
from household routine, I suppose.

I'm like her in that way,
like to fall under garden spells,
ponder the secret language of birds
or lives of the trees, read poems
that make grown women cry.

Since the creation of Eve,
the spell of the sensuous has teetered
between good and evil, but like I said,
I watched my Mother,

learned how to choose wisely,
many a stormy weather side-stepped
by embracing a blessing of toads
(their spring chorus mountain's pride);

my temptress the small wonder
of a dirt path beneath my feet,
wind in my hair, and the song of colors
east of the sun come morning.

Yes, I've been reflective lately;
nothing daunted my Mother, so it seemed.
But as a grown woman, I know that's not true,
behind the scenes she was frustrated,
grieved, rebelled in her way.

Now the drum of war (what I call
getting older) isn't so loud, so persistent.
There's reason for hope, as I've learned
this past mountain year to embrace change,
love more fiercely, live life to the fullest;

to the extent that maybe,
they'll have to bury me standing!

by Margaret Bednar, April 14, 2019

written for the challenge at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 1 Poem, 3 titles" BUT I used 25 (not 3) book titles!  From my persoanl library:

Now the Drum of War - by Robert Roper (about Walt Whitman...)
Bury Me Standing - by Isabel Fonseca (the gypsies & their journey)
Mountain Year - by Barbara G. Hallowell - essays about flora and fauna of S. Appalachia
Reason for Hope - by Jane Goodall
Behind the Scenes - by Elizabeth Keckley (part slave narrative, part memoir)
Nothing Daunted - by Dorothy Wickenen - 2 society girls' eduation out west 1916
Small Wonder - by Barbara Kingsolver - essays on our living planet and people
East of the Sun - by Julia Gregson - 1920's - 3 Englishwomen & a troubled boy (India)
A Blessing of Toads - by Sharon Lovejoy - essays & illustrations from "Heart's Ease" column
Stormy Weather - by Paulette Jiles - a novel - hardship, sacrifice, strength and a dream...
Good and Evil - by Anthony Mercatante - myth and legend
The Creation of Eve - by Lynn Cullen - a novel
The Spell of the Sensuous - by David Abram - Perception & language
Lives of the Trees - by Diana Wells - an uncommon history
Poems that Make Grown Women Cry - by Anthony Holden
The Secret Language of Birds - by Adele Nozedar
Garden Spells - by Sarah Addison Allen
A Southern Garden - by Elizabeth Lawrence
(*) When Yesterday Lives - by Karen Kingsbury - a novel
A Long Way Gone - by Ishmael Beah - memoirs of a boy soldier
Landscape and Memory - by Simon Schama - continents & centuries - psychic claims/nature
A Trail Through Leaves - by Hannah Hinchman - journal as a path to place
Roots - by Alex Haley - A novel
Southern Wildflowers - by Laura C. Martin
Liberation - by Joanna Scott - novel

(*) I made one error - "Where (not When) Yesterday Lives" but I had already written the poem so...

Also linked with "Poets United Poets Pantry #495"

Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Panacea

My daughter riding our horse, Oberon
bareback with a halter - what a good boy.
Panacea

Beneath Parisian green I'm protected,
stout arms arch over me, shading;
other times a safe haven to watch storm clouds
as they linger above windswept peaks.

I'm alone but not lonely; how could I be
with babbling brook whispering of past & present,
the flutter-byes of songbirds and crow,
the wink and nod of a silently sloping sun,

and of course the steady rhythm
of my pony's hooves intertwining it all.
I love the winding, dirt road.  Imagine it
my yellow brick escorting me

to a better understanding of today, tomorrow.
Once we ventured beneath a purple midnight sky,
everything silhouetted against a moon
resembling a piece of eight;

my treasure a view of the stars
necklaced through branches and boughs,
inviting me to linger amidst velvety images,
transfixed, absorbed in an owl's ethereal cry.

by Margaret Bednar, June 20, 2019

HEAR a Barred Owl

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Kerry Says - Human-Landscape Interactions".  I hope I did this correctly - select a natural place with which we are familiar and write about it in a way to transform the descriptive into something more metaphoric or symbolic to the human condition.  An outward and an inward reflection of experience.   Think I could have been a bit more metaphoric - but this is what I came up with.  sigh.

I invite you to listen to me read my poem:


Thursday, May 30, 2019

Spring Nectar


Spring Nectar

Raven wings smudge golden breast of harvested mountain field,
glide across her, caressingly (as I gaze up at shapeshifting clouds).

Tree Swallows serenade rapturous blue skies, flirty flight a delight
as they dart amongst rowan trees (as I hum Blue Skies and slowly spin).

whose berries will burst beneath September skies;
red blooms akin to an irresistible kiss (it's impossible to think so far ahead),

for now is right as rain and scarlet maples are bursting tranquil vibes,
their shade Heaven-sent (as I settle beneath),

promise I'll return to chase the moonlight, try and quench
this obsession; sip from nectar that is spring.

by Margaret Bednar, May 30, 2019

This is linked with the challenge I am hosting over at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Color it"  Use five words from the Sherwin Willimas "Fan Deck".  I used 13.

Also wanted to share with you the beauty that is a Rowan Tree (we call it the American Mountain Ash or the American Rowan Tree).  I will be on the lookout for it here in September...  (cursor down to see the red berries)  https://www.carolinanature.com/trees/soam.html

Friday, May 17, 2019

Promises

My peony buds basking in the mountain sun...
Promises

I planted eyes and a crown beneath the dirt,
watched as rain fell and suns rose and set.
Waited seasons for blooms
promising romance and fortuity
(for that's what the seed packet said).

Fragrant flowers eventually flaunted paper-like foliage
of strawberry cremes, pastels, Julia Rose;
and once upon a summer, my own Paeon arrived,
planted a kiss upon my lips, flushed my cheeks
all shades of peony pink.

Happily-ever-after sprouts peony buds
beneath my mountain's golden crown;
my love's hands calloused,  mine dirt-stained
awaiting rain, sunsets, and blooms
and lips that still like to be kissed. 

by Margaret Bednar, May 17, 2019

This is linked with "The Sunday Muse - Wednesday Muse #8 Garden Spot" and a nod to Shay & Sherry for the "I planted" idea.  "Eyes and crown" are a part of the peony bulb plant... and romance and good fortune are some of the things peony's symbolize...

A glimpse of my floral gardens...





Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Yadkin River Valley


Yadkin River Valley

Between Thunder Hill and Raven Rock,
Yadkin River Valley stretches long and lean,
a slice of her offerings between sips
of red or white as you follow the vine
of native muscadine.

Alpacas and Thoroughbreds dot the way,
as do antiques and roadside markets;
fling a rod, sit astride, glide air currents,
or as I, drift along the Pee Dee,
paddling and pausing

taking in the land of Boone,
of freedom, of vistas, of plenty.

by Margaret Bednar, April 30, 2019

Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Platform Tuesday" 

I took artistic liberty as I liked the sound of "Pee Dee" (and I will check it out soon and report back) but I actually kyack Price Lake.   I took this photograph this morning - that house intrigues me with its views...

http://www.exploreboone.com/outdoors/water-activities/canoeing-kayaking/

One of the wineries - the man on horseback is Joey - owner and manager of where I board my horse - not here at the winery but up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Banner Elk. 

http://yadkinvalleywinecountry.com/winery/chestnut-trail-vineyard-winery-mocksville-nc/

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Catharsis


Catharsis

Seaside's tide nibbles my toes,
laughingly splashes,
at times crashes ferocious
seemingly battling destiny:
pulling, shifting, forever reaching,
eventually settling, violently or peacefully
as today melts into tomorrow -

and as I brush sand off my hands,
I toss yesterday towards the horizon
and welcome eve's refreshing breeze.

by Margaret Bednar, April 16, 2019


Friday, April 5, 2019

Mountain Rosebay

Courting Cowbirds... she lays her eggs in other bird's nests... 
Mountain Rosebay

My rhododendrons are birthing birds,
Towhees, Cardinals, and a pair of courting cowbirds
all scampering beneath
mountain rosebay's tightly fisted buds,
as if a mother's skirt, protective -

hop up her evergreen arms
leading them to my feeders. I'm still waiting
for my pileated woodpecker, but imagine
he'll be bolder, fly in
from the stand of dead trees across the road.

Glorious May, I await, when fragrant,
large blooms will blush lavender
and butterflies will flock to her nectar
within this woodland garden
where my rose tree will be
the bell of the ball for a swirl or two
come spring.

by Margaret Bednar, April 5, 2019

The birdfeeder I am getting to attract the big Pileated Woodpecker that lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains...

https://wildbirdsunlimited.typepad.com/the_zen_birdfeeder/2010/04/bird-feeders-for-pileated-woodpeckers-think-big.html

For "The Sunday Muse - Wednesday Muse #2 - Hanami"  I wrote this and then went back and read that I was supposed to write about how this flower made me feel ...  hmm.  Well, I don't have time to rewrite (I need to pay attention to the rules more closely)

Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States. 

Monday, October 11, 2010

32/365 "The Pond"

"Patience"

"Waiting for Breakfast"

"Blending In"
Walked the dogs between 7 & 8 a.m. with my camera tucked inside my over-sized jacket pocket.  Crossing the small bridge near my home, I saw what I thought might be a bird at the far edge of the pond - I thought it might be part of the dead trees in the water - then it moved.  I used my zoom and many of my shots were blurry.  I used the guard rail as my tripod while the dogs kept trying to eat the goose poop (yuck).  It was a bit of a misty morning and I find it interesting how the early morning light quickly changes the intensity of the colors.  Not as clear as I would like, but my camera does have it's limitations.  I also wonder if I had taken it off the automatic setting, what could I have done that would have improved these photos?  I'm starting to want to get out my manual and read it ... soon, very soon I will try to find the time.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

31/365 "Relaxation"

"Relaxation"
A month of picture taking every day accomplished and I'm still having fun.  11 months to go for the "365" challenge.  This is also my entry for the "Alphabet Challenge".  Letter F for feet.  I totally forgot to post a photo for E last week, so I will do it below: E for Evergreen.

Friday, October 8, 2010

29/365 "The Fishermen"

"The Fishermen #2"
"The Fishermen #1"

"The Conversation"
I drive by this "big water" (as my 2 year old calls it) everyday and am so excited to see the trees starting to change color.  I love the white boat amongst the colors - just so glad I had my camera!  I tweaked the "Fishermen #1" w/ PhotoShop - this is really more realistic to what I saw.  "The Conversation" is not touched up at all.  I will be entering one of these photos in in the "Weekend Reflections" Challenge.  Which one do you like best?  Should I crop the 1st one so there isn't so much "white" water at the bottom?   ---  Thanks for your suggestions.  I cropped and put the new version of "The Fishermen" on top.   Thanks for the feedback.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

The 365 Challenge - "It's all good!"

"Magnolia Tree Seeds"
What has my experience been so far with the 365 Challenge? And what do we consider our best photo so far?  Madeline Bea of the 365 Challenge has asked all the "365"ers these questions.

One photo every day for a year.  Less than a month, and I feel my observation skills have improved.  I notice shadows more and how they can play into an overall composition, I look up and down more as I walk - the above is a perfect example.  I think about words and how I might be able to capture them with a photo.

Is the above my best photo?  Maybe not.   But it is an example of my viewing the world a bit more closely.  Of capturing the beauty of the moment and saving a bit of it for posterity.

The network of bloggers who share my interests and kindly comment, help keep me motivated.  Visiting their blogs always inspires me to keep trying.  It's all good! ;)

Friday, October 1, 2010

21/365 "The Last Hurrah"

"Vibrant Display"
Rain, rain, rain here in the southeast.  There are more flowering bushes than flower gardens here in North Carolina, however, black-eyed susans are resilient even in this (summer) weather of heat and little rain.  Most of my "b-es" are gone, but I did notice this last one reaching up towards the rain.  In Northern Michigan I enjoyed leaving a few of my dead flowers uncut - they were pretty once again when the snow fell upon them for the first time.
"No More Plumage"
"Hanging in There"
Almost hidden under the heavy, wet leaves was this last spot of gold.  But I know this patch of hardy flowers will be back next spring.  This really isn't a last "hurrah" - they will be back stronger and more plentiful than ever.  I know as I have tried to eradicate black-eyed susans in the past.  I learned pretty quickly it is much easier to just go with the flow.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

11/365 "Splash of Gold"


Check 1, camera in my purse.  Check 2, SD chip in the camera.  Check 3, destination in mind.

We've all done it.  Left home without a plan, forgot the camera, no SD chip.  I arrived at my destination, walked up to the old abandoned house - selected my angle ... and my batteries were dead.  Thank goodness I didn't delete the wildflowers I had taken moments before because they are all I had to work with today. A originally used Photoshop to do a funky blue thing with the above photo... but decided I really need to learn more about manipulating photo's - so I deleted my original entry and went with a bit of cropping and a mild touch up.

Friday, September 17, 2010

"Nature's Double Mint"

"Nature's Double Mint"
This was taken just last week and today the leaves are showing some color.  But this day the smell of fall was in the air and the greens so vivid due to a bit of rain.  This was for the "Weekend Reflections" challenge.   

Saturday, September 11, 2010

"True Beauty"

"Home, Sweet, Home"
"The Dock"
"Backyard View"
 This is not my abode, but one I think is very "sweet".  I took these photos last fall.  I walk this area almost every day with my three dogs and child(ren).  Often I am greeted by our friendly, "neighborhood" duck which waddles around the pond.  He might possibly be the ugliest duck I have ever laid eyes on, but he always makes me smile.  Isn't that supposed to be "true" beauty?

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Day 2/365 "The Path"

A path leads the way..
Many to choose from
...but which one? 
Enjoy life's journey.
And remember to smell the flowers along the way.