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SPRING SO NEAR


Bette A. Stevens:

Marilyn’s photos are always spectacular and her posts are fantastic! STOP BY SERENDIPITY… for a treat. ~ Bette A. Stevens

Originally posted on SERENDIPITY:

Spring will come. It will. It always does.

Spring will come. It will. It always does.

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Love Month is Knocking!


May your February be filled with love... ~ Bette A. Stevens

May your February be filled with love… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

February is knocking and it’s time to get up and answer the door. That means lots of edits and rewrites for my debut novel, featuring Shawn Daniels, protagonist from PURE TRASH—the short story prequel to the upcoming novel. Since I plan to release the novel this spring, February is the perfect month for me to get out those colored pens (editing) and get that first draft tuned up and ready to share with my first outside-of-the-house editors. Our darling kitty—Midnight—is on high alert to help at every turn. She loves pens, eye glasses, paper clips and everything that glimmers or moves. And, of course, she has to make sure that there’s nothing for her in my tea mug. Midnight was busy playing with her catnip mouse (photos) earlier today— giving a glorious partridge time to munch on some of our delectable crab apples—before she went out for her morning stroll.

I’ll have a Valentine’s Books Giveaway to share with you soon. Meanwhile, stay warm and enjoy the wonderful Month of Love.  ~ Bette A. Stevens

numb of Winters past


Bette A. Stevens:

Ah… LOVE! ~ Bette A. Stevens

Originally posted on who could know then :

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for years suspended

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in the crevice of between…

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regret or forget…
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speaking or silence…

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numb silhouette safe between

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love and protection.
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shadows disappear

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in the white of fallen snow,

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each Spring forgives the
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impatient crocus.
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Time erases shadows and

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Love resolves the wounds.
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HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS


Bette A. Stevens:

Stunning Christmas photography by Marilyn Armstrong! Bonus: music, too… ENJOY! ~ Bette A. Stevens

Originally posted on SERENDIPITY:

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From our garden to you at Christmas!

Christmas Cactus

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198. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet precious things that God created in the realm of nature. ~Northern Advocate


Bette A. Stevens:

A perfect pairing! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

 

Originally posted on Sacred Touches:

That soft autumnal time…
The year’s last, loveliest smile,
Thou comest to fill with hope the human heart,
And strengthen it to bear the storms a while,
Till winter days depart…

Far in a shelter’d nook
I’ve met, in these calm days, a smiling flower,
A lonely aster, trembling by a brook…
~John Howard Bryant

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In autumn the Maker’s pigments turn from the soft pastels of springtime to emboldened, jewel tones.  Glad witnesses are we to the green leaves on shining sumac, flowering dogwoods, Bradford pears, sweet gums, Shumard oaks, and crape myrtles changing to mixtures of burgundy, crimson, orange, and gold.  Other treats are setting buds for next year’s blossoms among the fiery red, ripening fruits of the dogwoods, and the deeper shades of blues and pinks that adorn the thickened petals of hydrangeas.  And if that is not enough to make the year smile, there are the willow…

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Old Man Winter I Am Hibernating


Bette A. Stevens:

Dusting of snow in the Northeast today. Fire’s ablaze and I’m hibernating for the day… — Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

 

Originally posted on terry1954:

white-trees-2.jpgThe weather today

Is full of leaves

Crunching as

Feet walk through them

The ground covered

With wetness

The air filled with musty

All is cozy inside

Without seeing

Or recognizing

The signs of

Old man winter

Is sneaking upon us

The weatherman

Just posted a

Notice to me

Starting Monday

Night a chance of

Six inches plus

Of that white stuff

You know it is called

Snow

Get your shelves

Stocked on toilet paper

And milk, get diapers

And bread, for winter

Has decided whether

I like it or not

To pay me a visit

Wait, what is that?

You want me to come

Back and visit?

I’m sorry friends

I must go for my

Bed covers are

Calling to come

Hibernate until Spring.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11/10/2013

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183. Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? ~Walt Whitman


Bette A. Stevens:

Need some inspiration? There’s nothing like Nature, a little Walt Whitman and a bit of Shakespeare, too… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

 

Originally posted on Sacred Touches:

And this our life,
exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees,
books in running brooks,
sermons in stones,
and good in everything.
~William Shakespeare

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Standing beneath the Shumard Red Oak made me feel like I was standing in a temple of the Most High.  The breeze was ruffling its leaves, and they in turn were prompting sacred tongues to utter incantations of their divine purpose.  For though the leaves face eminent extinction and expulsion from the branches, in their dying they’ll fall and create warm blankets to cover the ground.  In so doing they will protect the life that lies beneath the surface during winter’s cold, cold days.  Even at the close of winter their goodness will not be at an end for as they deteriorate, the remaining bits and pieces will add nutrients to enhance the soil.  Thus goes the circle of life and the interdependency of all…

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Peregrine Falcon, New York City, poem by Robert Cording


Bette A. Stevens:

Inspiration in the midst of day-to-day humdrum! ~ Bette A. Stevens

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:

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PEREGRINE FALCON, NEW YORK CITY
By Robert Cording

On the 65th floor where he wrote
Advertising copy, joking about
The erotic thrall of words that had
No purpose other than to make
Far too many buy far too much,
He stood one afternoon face to face
With a falcon that veered on the blade
Of its wings and plummeted, then
Swerved to a halt, wings hovering.
 
An office of computers clicked
Behind him.  Below, the silence
Of the miniature lunch time crowds
And toy-like taxis drifting without
Resolve to the will of others.
This bird’s been brought in, he thought,
To clean up the city’s dirty problems
Of too many pigeons.  It’s a hired beak.
 
Still he remained at the tinted glass
Windows, watching as the falcon
Gave with such purpose its self
To the air that carried it, its sheer falls
Breaking the mirrored self-reflections
Of glass…

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Enough time


Bette A. Stevens:

Poem perfect! Bette A. Stevens

Originally posted on Tell me about it:

enoughtime
I’m running out of time
may I ask for just one minute
of peace just for my mind
I need my quiet time
to think, complete a thought
my thoughts reveal
only this and nothing more

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Dawn Is Coming!


Bette A. Stevens:

Picture perfect. ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Originally posted on Eddie Two Hawks:

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                                 Come all! Stand up!

                                 Just over there the  dawn is coming,

                                 Now I hear

                                 Soft laughter.

Papago

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