Winter Is On It’s Way

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Winter for sure is on it’s way,

Sunlight gets shorter every day.

All the trees are almost barren,

Now I can see farther across the hills.

Heavy knit sweaters folks are wearing,

Frost each morning sits on my windowsills.

Gathering wood for my old iron stove, 

Hanging bird feeders in a nearby grove.

Filling my cup with hot spiced tea,

I’ll call on an old friend to share it with me.

Author: Eileen ~ Nov. 2018


It’s The Little Things


Did any of you do this ? Every fall my mom would have my brothers and I get a paper bag and go for a walk in the woods and collect colored leaves. When we got them home we would pick out the very best leaves, perfect shape and colors counted. We would then place them on a sheet of wax paper placing another sheet on the top and then go over it with a sightly warm iron. Mom would tape them to the glass on our windows. It reminded me of stained glass windows when the sun shown directly on the glass, awesome. The nice thing was that they lasted for a long time right through the winter if you like. It’s such a little thing but I loved the time we spent doing this and I did the same with my children on down to my grandchildren and we all  loved it and every fall looked forward doing it.

I was thinking about it yesterday and wondered, do they even make wax paper anymore ? So I would try to find some pictures of pressing leaves by doing a google search and wow! I was quite surprised and delighted to see how many people still do this. Interesting thing is folks have found new ways to preserve their beautiful leaves and display them in very interesting ways and yes, they still do make wax paper! We kids called it pressing leaves, today some call them Suncatchers. It’s the little things that kids remember.


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The Dresser Drawer


The Dresser Drawer

An ordinary room that hides a sad secret,

Only she knows where she has to keep it.

Sitting against the wall of her spare room,

In the third drawer holds  yesterdays gloom.


                                                   So long ago from her past are the letters,

One would hope that time would  make it better.

Not so, for the drawer has been locked from the start,

Holding the sadness that’s still locked in her heart.


Open the bedroom door, open the dresser drawer,

Open the window and let the new light in.

Fear no more tomorrow,  fear no more for sorrow,

Tare up the memories that tied you to him.


Make new wishes, let light come through your door,

Tie a bright ribbon round new loves that last forever more.

Look in the mirror and see a new life like never before,

Vanished are the secrets hidden in the back of your dresser drawer.

Eileen ~ 2012

Image: Found on Pinterest

Kitten in The Window


Kitten in The Window

Kitten in the window watching the rain

Wishing to go out and run in the wet grass

listening to the water run down the drain

Trying to lick the rain drops off the glass

          Eileen   2013


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                            { Inside the Authors Head }

My little Dixie sits in the window all the time day and night. She always looks like she sees something special out their, even when it’s totally dark. Sometimes when she seems really intent, I’ll look out their with her and I’ll    see a couple of bunny’s hopping around, so cool. When I found this picture

      I just had to write a poem because Dixie tilts her head just like this one,

                               and it’s sooo cute !



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My Girls Stay In!

Elmira Mustafina
Cat on a Night of Snow 
Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat.  Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low.
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet —
stay with me, Cat.  Outdoors the wild winds blow.
Outdoors, the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes’ green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar —
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done.  Open the door!
Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth                                         


My Girls ~ Little Girl & Dixie
Painting by Elmira Mustafina                                             

“Open The Window”

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Open windows, clear out winters graying dust,

Let in Spring, green fresh air is a must.

Breezes blowing the curtains to a happy sound,

White picket fences stroll along the ground.

Shaded houses under big old oak trees,

Life is good, thank Jehovah on bended knees.

                                ~ Eileen ~