Skywatch Friday: Idaho, My Love

King Mountain in Spring painted by Kathiesbirds 3-18-99 Acrylic on Canvas

Idaho, wild Idaho,
I long for you so much!
You are in my heart
You are in my soul,
And I desire to be in you.
What is this hold you have on me?
Why this terrible love?
You are a place, just a place,
On earth.
You draw me as a lover,
With a love I’ve never known before.
Why do I feel this need
To be immersed in You?
I want your mountains surrounding me,
Your aspen trees,
Your golden sunlight.
I want your wild-ness.
I want your rivers pouring over me,
Your wildlife running through my eyes,
I want to see eagles playing in the skies
Once again.
I want the Sandhill Cranes to dance
In pastures near the cattle,
I want to see a pelican
Fly overhead at lunch,
Or Great- Horned Owls perched
On phone poles in the morning
When I am hanging wash out to dry
With potato fields beyond.
I want to see newborn lambs
Gamboling across the landscape,
Or bald-faced calves in spring,
Curled in the pastures
When I am driving into town
On highway 93.
Idaho, my Idaho,
How I love you, love you so,
When will I return my love
To my place of being?

~Kathiesbirds (March 28, 1998, revised June 5, 2008)

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Turtle Poem

Simply silly snoring turtles,

sunning on their sacred stones

‘till the turtles tumble into

waiting waters that are home.

~Kathiesbirds (June 4, 2008)

This poem was inspired by this photo posted by Chrisss at Tranquility Cove

And Mom Said We Could!

I remember a thunder storm

A day when we played in the mud

And Mom said we could!

I remember sliding,

Gliding in

Black sticky ooze,

And laughing, laughing,

All of us laughing,

And Mom said we could!

And my brothers

And sister and I

Were all one

In the fun

Of the sticky, black oozing mud,

And Mom said we could!

~kathiesbirds (12 May 1988)

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Skywatch Friday/The Temporary Dog

(Photo by taken by Kathie May 6, 2008 @ 5:32 p.m. with Nikon D80)

The puff dog raised his cottony head
In skies of azure blue
And barked his vaporous bark to the world
Asking “who?” Asking “who?”
Who stops to look as the clouds float by?
Who see me in the sky?
I’m a temporary dog,
I won’t last long,
Before I bark “Good-bye.”
Will you hear me bark
Will see me float
Away in skies of blue?
Then the wind came along
And he was gone with a song,
The puff dog, ghost dog, Boo!

~Kathiesbirds (May 30, 2008)


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Moonlight Princess

(Painting by Kathie 1999 Acrylic on canvas)

Moonlight Princess

She peeps around the corner as the moon reaches its full height,
A strange tingling now posses her as her eyes drink in the sight,
The bluish glow it beckons her, the field is coaxing sweet,
with a glance to see that she’s alone, she rushes out and greets it.
A magic world it is to her, by virtue of the moon’s transforming power,
Everything glows mysteriously; every leaf, every stone, every flower.
She know with every trembling limb who she is and what she’s here for,
With a leap, a twirl and then a bob, she dances on the grassy floor.
The little princess of the night is calling to the stars
She dances with the wafting clouds, with Venus, Moon, and Mars.
The breeze soon joins the graceful dance, cavorting on the lawn,
It bends the trees and tossed leaves and whispers to a fawn.
The little fawn trembles too, basking in the Moon’s light,
and then as if beyond control its heels kick with delight!
Soon a rabbit joins in frisking; in unity they pirouette,
If the moon stayed up forever, they’d probably be there yet.
But fingers of sunlight soon start reaching
To draw back the curtain of the nighttime sky,
So rabbit, fawn and princess, must bid the moon good-bye.
As each one takes a final leap, a pirouette, plee or bow,
The day bursts full upon them; the moonlight—gone for now.
Yet they will wait most eagerly and mark each day, it’s true,
‘till 28 have come and gone and the Moon is at its full,
Then out in the field the rabbit will come, out of the woods, the fawn,
And out of the house the Moonlight Princess,
All to dance upon the lawn.

~Kathie Adams Brown (November 11, 1984)

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Desert Cathedral: Skywatch Friday

(Photo taken Feb. 4, 2008 by Kathie with a Nikon Coolpix)

Desert Cathedral

A gossamer sky
Filters winter sunlight
Upon singing choirs
In feathered gowns
Who float through
Creosote scented
Spiky cholla cathedrals
The black-throated bell choir
Sends their tinkling sound
Over mesquite, prickly pear,
and hackberry covered slopes
With saguaro sentinels standing guard
over the rocky wash
where bobbers dance
and trill,
Here in the gossamer
Winter light—
music.

~Kathiesibrds (Jan. 1, 2008)

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Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred

Swift, magnificent

Running, enduring, winning,

Winner, star—dobbin, plug,

Pulling, straining, dying,

Old, forgotten,

Nag.

~Kathiebirds (October 1, 1974)