Love and Buzzing

there is an abundance of love on the lake

and buzzing

...

the 

dragonflies 

are 

mating

Everywhere, they 

flit 

and 

flirt

and 

dive

and 

rocket

and 

roller coaster 

along

like 

arial acrobats!

I discover that they are

like ghosts that can't 

     be

- photographed -

...

a few pose for me

I press down on the shutters

only to find they are no

longer in the picture

funny, huh?

Mr. and Mrs. Mallard 

drop in for a visit

they don't see what all the fuss is about ...

they have a much more relaxed

relationship

they nibble on plants

because they like

to stay trim

and the dragonflies whirl around me like I fascinate them as much as they - me, before another dragonfly far more interesting than 

a photo-snapping person 

once again distracts them 

and 

they're off.

Ah, summer love.

Walking

A walk is a lovely thing.
When the Sun's not too hot
before nine
and the air's not too damp and
only feels like a friendly hug and not
an oppresive oppressor.
And most everyone's driven
to work so you're
without the engine growls
and the smell of gasoline
tainting the morning air.
Alone but not alone,
because someone's walking
a big black labrador
and someone's pushing their
baby in a stroller down the street
and someone's riding their bike
with their biking goggles and
gloves and everything
and some construction men
are finally
fixing that roof.
You can say goodmorning,
goodmorning,
morning,
hey there,
and when you can say those
things you're really not alone.
And sometimes
just sometimes
you spy something wonderful
like rabbit's ears peeking
above an untrimmed lawn
or a stack of potted plants
all growing together
with the big ones on the bottom
and the rest tiered up
- how ingenius?!
And that's why a walk is really
quite a
lovely thing.

Melting Ice

The world is cracking and bubbling and gurgling

under melting ice.

Little buds shiver

Cold air brushes the underparts of their leaves

Mild tempered weather

not easily peeved

Winter's welcome.

Imagining Snow

I've long given up the dream of having a white Christmas in South Carolina. While it does snow here sometimes during the later winter months, December sees little of the fluffy stuff.

Coming out of Harris Teeter a few evenings ago, as a light rain misted the chilly air, I looked into the glowing lamp posts over the parking lot and imagined that the glinting water falling down was actually snow. The cold rain gave my cheeks a slight sting, and the way the lights reflected made the droplets look like tiny glowing snowflakes.

I felt warmed through, except my chilled nose, of course. Ah, snow for the season, even if only imaginary.

Well, Here I Go Again

It has come to my attention that I have far too many posts about Christmas. They actually took up a majority of the space in this blog last year at this time. Am I unusually obsessed with this holiday? Perhaps, but only for the sake of having something to write about...
Well, since senior year has christened December as not only the most wonderful time of the year but also the most busiest time of the year, I will allow only one (I can make no promises, however) post concerning Christmas. Here I go again.

Tomorrow the 25 day countdown begins! I'm fairly excited about this year's Christmas - we have our last day of school in the year 2010 on December 15th, and then we're off and running to finish last minute Christmas shopping, realize that we still have a whole other week until Christmas, and sleep until noon everyday. My family is doing things a bit differently this Christmas; my mom works on Christmas day, so we're celebrating early, on the 24th. So, my countdown might be a little off this year, but I'm not terribly concerned.

Our Christmas tree is beautiful and marvelously smelly (though not yet decorated - I was born into a family of procrastinators), and tonight we had our first sips of eggnog for the season.

What presents am I getting for my family? This is my question, and I alone can answer it... and possibly mother rabbit.

I'm terribly disappointed that I don't have any pictures to add, but tis the season to use your imagination. Imagine here, for instance, pictures of holly, wreaths, snowmen, sugar cookies, and my dog with a santa hat.

Merry Christmas! or Happy Holidays for whatever holiday you will celebrate in the following month!