tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43864844163879400722024-03-19T04:20:24.062-04:00The Fairy Garden Poemsby Anne Selden AnnabAnne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-18790711144135412052014-04-29T14:34:00.000-04:002014-04-29T14:34:32.957-04:00April<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
April <br />
<br />
Not too many days ago<br />
the softening earth leading <br />
to the dogwood tree trunk<br />
was a level plain of browns.<br />
<br />
Leaf litter and dirt clumps<br />
up close, from afar<br />
just flat.<br />
<br />
Today<br />
<br />
Mr Grey dipped in White,<br />
with his wings folded down<br />
and his tail feathers up<br />
for balance, <br />
<br />
went by tiny inch long foot<br />
by tiny inch long foot<br />
<br />
tentatively <br />
<br />
ever so tentatively roaming<br />
<br />
into a bright green forest<br />
as far as our eyes can see,<br />
<br />
roaming sparrow sized paths<br />
in the bright green forest<br />
of vertical verdant green stems<br />
that push straight up and then out<br />
with vivid green leaves gracefully<br />
unfurling over his feathered head...<br />
<br />
Tomorrow is set to echo<br />
his sparrow steps and<br />
his sparrow song<br />
with a multitude<br />
of bright white<br />
blooming <br />
Lily bells <br />
of the valley.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><small><small>poem & photo copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab</small></small><br /><small><small>The Fairy Garden Poems # 58</small></small> </b></div>
Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-65822994765151178802013-02-28T08:40:00.000-05:002013-02-28T09:28:51.642-05:00March<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
March<br />
<br />
One day a sunrise <br />
drawing you outside<br />
will tell you it is time to wash<br />
and put away the heavy wool sweaters.<br />
<br />
Birds will be knitting the air<br />
with lighter song.<br />
<br />
Front yard winter trees framing the far horizon <br />
with diminutive dew drops catching<br />
orbed glow on last year's tiniest twigs <br />
drinking it all in<br />
<br />
As huge cloud formations beyond <br />
celebrate breeze and amber and golds<br />
<br />
and greys and pinks and <br />
roses and tangerines<br />
<br />
in the cornucopia<br />
of a coming spring<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><small><small>poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab</small></small><br /><small><small>The Fairy Garden Poems # 57</small></small> </b></div>
Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-4495893188243207882011-07-10T09:41:00.004-04:002011-07-10T09:52:41.251-04:00Devotion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJOy6Fc0FN76V2na12Qg78o1ckRguYu8ToUPqhh6C31Y78jeteqYj_Ikn70YlWHNqkDwaL7NVc3ysgt2vSqoj-pB634DxNCfBcPQkzRttobXbSj0jad2ZNHXii0KO2xmUInueqNYqmUFe/s1600/IMG_9227.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJOy6Fc0FN76V2na12Qg78o1ckRguYu8ToUPqhh6C31Y78jeteqYj_Ikn70YlWHNqkDwaL7NVc3ysgt2vSqoj-pB634DxNCfBcPQkzRttobXbSj0jad2ZNHXii0KO2xmUInueqNYqmUFe/s400/IMG_9227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627718788340819698" border="0" /></a><br />Devotion is twenty some years<br />of marriage day by day learning to love<br />the best of him with the best of me<br />shaping the I Ching of us.<br /><br />Two decades of sharing and daring<br />to know when to argue<br />when to back down.<br /><br />Learning trust and being trustworthy.<br /><br />Remembering to remember what is worth remembering<br /><br />(and forgetting most of the bad, except<br />as a cautionary clue)<br /><br />Figuring out what to say- and what not to say.<br /><br />Creating and keeping a comfortable home and a world<br />where we are King and Queen-<br />noble partners mixing spheres<br />and making the most of life<br />what ever might be, as we are humble citizens<br />as well as mighty rulers here<br />here in our world...<br />the I Ching of us.<br /><br />Hollywood can manipulate emotions BUT<br />Hollywood can not capture<br />real happiness- nor can it depict<br />a healthy heavenly marriage in full.<br />Hollywood can only offer up<br />entertaining stereotypes and symbols.<br /><br />The best role models<br />are real people<br />with real time and experience proving<br />their integrity...<br /><br />"Birds of a feather flock together"<br />my grandmother used to say.<br /><br />She too lived a happily ever after<br />happily honoring her husband<br />and their heirs<br />and their ancestry<br />and life itself<br />day by day<br />and the beauty of a garden...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHhz-Yepjym7DrSzUBBD7d8lHwasPYE2kmyOdKKXtoseoVJuqzeFYdes9QhFQ5yZj1R8UTsYaVdAmvniUAM0lCZMsmKWBY6WczLuNtlSloJ9ZQTnhZ7vXoakFmazfswGF-r8oCFrl-k8e/s1600/IMG_9144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHhz-Yepjym7DrSzUBBD7d8lHwasPYE2kmyOdKKXtoseoVJuqzeFYdes9QhFQ5yZj1R8UTsYaVdAmvniUAM0lCZMsmKWBY6WczLuNtlSloJ9ZQTnhZ7vXoakFmazfswGF-r8oCFrl-k8e/s200/IMG_9144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627720574108696658" border="0" /></a><small><small>poem & photo copyright ©2011 Anne Selden Annab</small></small><br /></div><div align="center"><small><small>The Fairy Garden Poems # 56</small></small><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-68511639022601840012011-05-29T08:10:00.004-04:002011-05-29T08:18:26.619-04:00Clematis & Coral Bells<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfQ6CGj-eeYgk_OS-qxGYAdPWaGCE4AdcOEAK63DXFCJtVtl_E7Odu3i_md6-n5d3qOukIZ-4eSw0H2-rMvNXh47I7btQLGWZcNa0egOgQ18gfa_TYnVxqVQbBVBhkOzDSu2fVP9ba06Z/s1600/IMG_7451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfQ6CGj-eeYgk_OS-qxGYAdPWaGCE4AdcOEAK63DXFCJtVtl_E7Odu3i_md6-n5d3qOukIZ-4eSw0H2-rMvNXh47I7btQLGWZcNa0egOgQ18gfa_TYnVxqVQbBVBhkOzDSu2fVP9ba06Z/s400/IMG_7451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612109992671349794" border="0" /></a><br /><big>Clematis & Coral Bells</big><br /><big>and three fat robins fledged-<br />my Fairy Garden blooms<br /><br />For now at least- this spring</big><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjNU5FvPBpv49mkTWPYsB_Yi0irHY_DT9RKakAKac2oF8p8bWCo3DpMTNtioS9e-Vj16loqqIqO1uT2IWUnTTAH9zGD_BiUqBc3RIDjo81-8T2noCPyUo9IRTvfVrRE0lTuZFP-lyB2At/s1600/IMG_7677c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjNU5FvPBpv49mkTWPYsB_Yi0irHY_DT9RKakAKac2oF8p8bWCo3DpMTNtioS9e-Vj16loqqIqO1uT2IWUnTTAH9zGD_BiUqBc3RIDjo81-8T2noCPyUo9IRTvfVrRE0lTuZFP-lyB2At/s400/IMG_7677c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612109450720239618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJFRvJ2RLRv-PsjK0S1JAhe9PVeny-pdSHdLjD81t-p2EgRWc2nDa1C4qo1p7UEHHQdgs1NPNjdsU8zgPHJFu4uhPRXViiA6VtM9DhHC-9j0mkBAMevT1jGcvIYhrnqbWoV129pIP-BuE/s1600/IMG_7678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJFRvJ2RLRv-PsjK0S1JAhe9PVeny-pdSHdLjD81t-p2EgRWc2nDa1C4qo1p7UEHHQdgs1NPNjdsU8zgPHJFu4uhPRXViiA6VtM9DhHC-9j0mkBAMevT1jGcvIYhrnqbWoV129pIP-BuE/s400/IMG_7678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612109359835052002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">copyright </span></span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2011 </span></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 55</span></span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-84809511142461742592011-03-25T07:01:00.003-04:002011-03-25T07:16:41.570-04:00Azalea Sunsets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPE1_97ZJ7xb9QWSezndv0VU27d0lwWa8MzWukdkj66_0w38j8ED7M7yXwESUkcNr4ELVvrN3jzGA_389Fi8wvs84s1GXKpDqUGaqS9rQ1YZrsNocfjYffOW_NrpaFX4dxAcgafhVPy87/s1600/IMG_3024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPE1_97ZJ7xb9QWSezndv0VU27d0lwWa8MzWukdkj66_0w38j8ED7M7yXwESUkcNr4ELVvrN3jzGA_389Fi8wvs84s1GXKpDqUGaqS9rQ1YZrsNocfjYffOW_NrpaFX4dxAcgafhVPy87/s400/IMG_3024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587971147315793634" border="0" /></a> <br />Suburban woods<br />where SPRING means<br />our Snow drops, Crocuses<br />& Daff-a-down-dillies announce<br />that soon enough<br />these expansive Azalea sunsets<br />all all all all a-round<br />will subside:<br />The full spectrum of heavenly color<br />to be carefully blended and stirred into<br />a bright series of garden blooms<br />one by one on the way to being<br />as the maples' red buds overhead<br />burgeon accidentally into the necessity<br />of Summer's shade- and bird watching<br />is circumscribed to only the closest twig<br />and bit of lawn.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">copyright </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2011 </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 54</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-30156676840871713942010-05-03T11:46:00.004-04:002010-05-03T11:58:19.080-04:00Find a Nook<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLDsD0Q5mVy94QsAvXnxDq1x2vAgwW5l3CHadI-V_hyMaG1FbdsaKw9saHBl5vdMSfC27AhUKbO4vVrDLdpyYNsQNKr4HBs6tGoyndf1k3f0QD9D3SR0LbI-dSu8tVNLx5uIKKJkREtEF/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLDsD0Q5mVy94QsAvXnxDq1x2vAgwW5l3CHadI-V_hyMaG1FbdsaKw9saHBl5vdMSfC27AhUKbO4vVrDLdpyYNsQNKr4HBs6tGoyndf1k3f0QD9D3SR0LbI-dSu8tVNLx5uIKKJkREtEF/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467072764587358162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">In May<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">write poems<br />on what might be<br /><br />flavored<br />by spring<br /><br />each bloom<br />and blossom<br />a baptism<br />into community<br /><br />and exile<br /><br />In May<br />write poems<br /><br />find a nook- hide<br />and dream<br /><br />make lavender sachets<br />or elixirs of honeysuckle</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">copyright </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2010 </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Anne Selden Annab<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 53</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-4974295490576454902010-04-01T09:09:00.008-04:002010-04-01T09:19:18.829-04:00An Eastre Story... a visual poem celebrating Spring by Anne Selden Annab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9fwy1Elfkjd6j8q0jFj5KvdMKSEQ8z2_NFzY0VHGhu_pfeUpOQ2eF41LkmrrQgiGG4YBZ3wy7X50XKEeeuqsD6nzu2x2Ux7s49nFjQS2HAc0qd7HInFQrShzAfY3EU4OxLA0teuQA1qn/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3rtfrwrl8_5dXQ7hENRbuBfcwn6lGl0ZX0vbJYjshoDy2xPXUCl-kI8aYwiaIn7IAIKSRbqOFqyIE78on9sG3F6-cYobODwQFg1_MOOrYAkjcTpxt8ayDnYHRvxDgohr1hOHP93N9ljK/s400/IMG_2270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455156433038869106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1VdtsDnzWcnYT0lyoSHonNwNksVk5Ccl1Ck6-Qqav7k40VIY1-6UOgnUjYqJAR7WFIq-J5uZahDynKxNKntsKrNWK820YT4GbYrbWQ04pdateWzbpn9mR09zhWz-GVzeetrJwKTgFVUj/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1VdtsDnzWcnYT0lyoSHonNwNksVk5Ccl1Ck6-Qqav7k40VIY1-6UOgnUjYqJAR7WFIq-J5uZahDynKxNKntsKrNWK820YT4GbYrbWQ04pdateWzbpn9mR09zhWz-GVzeetrJwKTgFVUj/s400/IMG_2279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455155854942306994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2010 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 52</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-86050788428653433722009-12-15T16:26:00.003-05:002009-12-15T16:31:43.944-05:00...Fairy Doors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6axNH7aK6XJpyvcw_Ppzw9qNAbNNMJ89fRW6FPpVGXCtSsVtI7p-XkY2UvLvyd27g8MaC4S7nHihNaWUkGfw5xSoyTaHpL1TXlh99UyzJv8dCOopkQsZXyW3QVfOeRFsmCJoX9EV2LHDB/s1600-h/IMG_9136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6axNH7aK6XJpyvcw_Ppzw9qNAbNNMJ89fRW6FPpVGXCtSsVtI7p-XkY2UvLvyd27g8MaC4S7nHihNaWUkGfw5xSoyTaHpL1TXlh99UyzJv8dCOopkQsZXyW3QVfOeRFsmCJoX9EV2LHDB/s400/IMG_9136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415578116842652114" border="0" /></a>Our own academic freedom<br />is hugely real in a vast<br />marketplace of ideas...<br />doors and windows everywhere<br />and long meandering corridors<br />in a palace of thought.<br /><br />Ballrooms and balconies<br />and cupboards of every type<br /><br />Some prefer dungeons- others like<br />tall towers & turrets...<br /><br />Libraries and media rooms<br />and keyboards of every type<br /><br />Fields and forests<br />and rambles of every kind<br /><br />What might be true here<br />is contradicted there<br />for there is no final authority<br />no end to the process<br />of thought<br />as every one owns<br />both right and wrong and the power<br />to move away- or towards...<br /><br />to step up- or back<br /><br />to know what to bother with-<br />and what to abandon<br /><br />and where to find<br />fairy doors.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2009 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 51</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-91080163312981718392009-08-22T12:02:00.004-04:002009-08-22T13:02:51.982-04:00...One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwY-XkqyXUn3NgjddhSfDq3AfAYg5q_Kj8mFORFCXvwBzcoG0PRQiSyf2s2wmVbbI8up4WfhAR_a1DsjNoQLX-y2NttMDnm7vKJ-BfJpYmjSo145AWGDpDwor5hxRHj4htglgsc6cwK8h/s1600-h/IMG_5890.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwY-XkqyXUn3NgjddhSfDq3AfAYg5q_Kj8mFORFCXvwBzcoG0PRQiSyf2s2wmVbbI8up4WfhAR_a1DsjNoQLX-y2NttMDnm7vKJ-BfJpYmjSo145AWGDpDwor5hxRHj4htglgsc6cwK8h/s320/IMG_5890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372830492892605154" border="0" /></a><br />If I might touch you<br />glitter in your thoughts<br />for a micro second<br /><br />sparkle in your dreams<br />as if I am alive forever<br />fused through your neurons<br /><br />alive with your own energy<br />To be of your breath-<br />and pulse in your heartbeat<br /><br />To be your thought<br />and your desire<br />To be who you are with<br />when you are alone<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2009 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 50</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-74212432215681924332009-08-10T16:06:00.004-04:002009-08-10T16:41:29.197-04:00...On Our Wind Chimes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwX01Rebl_pSb7cUBGwz1E7yyWP52gUpyc7Gje_Cevfbf3Y-pqDfUC5epu203CVzxxR1UijV_5GeIS8kAiEsq6WuqqmShVaLh35Ggcy2AN6_fF9sH-3bgC4ZVblCt4e96MHEYCMTyiMot/s1600-h/windchimes+ASA+copyright+2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwX01Rebl_pSb7cUBGwz1E7yyWP52gUpyc7Gje_Cevfbf3Y-pqDfUC5epu203CVzxxR1UijV_5GeIS8kAiEsq6WuqqmShVaLh35Ggcy2AN6_fF9sH-3bgC4ZVblCt4e96MHEYCMTyiMot/s400/windchimes+ASA+copyright+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368435946679130386" border="0" /></a><br />One Goldfinch<br />gently wind sails<br />on our wind chimes<br /><br />His legs so like<br />the string<br />pulled taunt<br /><br />He tightly holds his grip<br />while shifting his bit of weight<br />on the pendulum-<br /><br />I think the first Arias<br />will startle him<br />but he stays...<br />looking up<br /><br />he knows... he knows... he knows...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2009 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 49</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-20869679615247794232009-07-06T11:07:00.005-04:002009-07-07T11:53:29.724-04:00... Welcome Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlFMW2sV1upkQmIUQhqGImy_Iy31gqgWKcRXmGQ6ZcJ40lHLJVpWy-hkfBOMkuhVXScRtrtJlrmCesjqWRd2GAG6CyZ66PKn7T4aq92CB94O2F0C-nPWjJIVMRFt-bSK0RSHUciR3U7-_/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlFMW2sV1upkQmIUQhqGImy_Iy31gqgWKcRXmGQ6ZcJ40lHLJVpWy-hkfBOMkuhVXScRtrtJlrmCesjqWRd2GAG6CyZ66PKn7T4aq92CB94O2F0C-nPWjJIVMRFt-bSK0RSHUciR3U7-_/s320/IMG_4843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355364554254340258" border="0" /></a><br />At the threshold<br />by the burgeoning<br />honeysuckle<br />vine<br /><br />A vibrant<br />ruby throated<br />humming bird<br />flitttttttted up-<br />to hover<br /><br />forever<br />it seemed<br />eye to eye<br />.... so close...<br /> to me....<br /><br />Did he think me bloom?<br /><br />or did he simply want to convey<br />welcome home.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 48</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-61386714634937922262009-03-07T08:16:00.002-05:002009-03-07T08:20:00.761-05:00...Up Out of the Mud<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34kJuXeZXdj6fOb4uVkpqozJfU92_YaLr7XurVc2k8N9TudkpVLLVRtHiIp3cb36yJE2utXfNLSolUxEUO9GT4yWajN3BB-YYDHkshROorsBnfLzhEBruNs-YdBcWT6Wqj2omWWUl62Ep/s1600-h/3-3-9+ASA+copyright+102cc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34kJuXeZXdj6fOb4uVkpqozJfU92_YaLr7XurVc2k8N9TudkpVLLVRtHiIp3cb36yJE2utXfNLSolUxEUO9GT4yWajN3BB-YYDHkshROorsBnfLzhEBruNs-YdBcWT6Wqj2omWWUl62Ep/s400/3-3-9+ASA+copyright+102cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310434238325041042" border="0" /></a><big> <br />Rivers of paint<br />run through my blood<br /><br />Rivers of unequivocal color<br />up out of the mud<br /><br />huts to palaces<br />every home<br /><br />where ever tint can roam<br /><br />every floor<br />every wall<br />every tile<br />every hall<br /><br />every costume<br />every dance<br />every embroidery<br />every glance<br /><br />huts to palaces<br />every home<br /><br />every garden<br />every wood<br />every field<br />every could<br /><br />huts to palaces<br /> every home<br /><br />where ever ever ever<br /> an I might roam</big><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 47</span><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-24323095397090986602009-02-18T19:46:00.002-05:002009-02-18T19:49:12.774-05:00...You Are<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4XhFOUs2ofVrxhQq76e0K1s2QetGBYZ2Kf4a4pFdDXP4WpFGGKsr_Vh_sHQkmtL70ONjbUVuBINYonTMayvEzHkLYIEfxkjefcyTyotT7ah6JzfRVclq8BZrj6-CpfjumcBVUMe2Az6k/s1600-h/2-17-9+ASA+copyright+066cc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4XhFOUs2ofVrxhQq76e0K1s2QetGBYZ2Kf4a4pFdDXP4WpFGGKsr_Vh_sHQkmtL70ONjbUVuBINYonTMayvEzHkLYIEfxkjefcyTyotT7ah6JzfRVclq8BZrj6-CpfjumcBVUMe2Az6k/s400/2-17-9+ASA+copyright+066cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303655876838242" border="0" /></a><br />You are<br /><br />You are<br /><br />You are<br />my perfection<br /><br />a polished gem<br />thoughts tumbling<br /><br />You are my secret<br />my language of flowers<br />blooming in every bouquet<br /><br />You are<br />my strength<br /><br />a polished gem<br />thoughts tumbling<br /><br /><span class="variant">Surreptitious surrender...</span><br /><br />My favored port<br /><br />My ocean<br /><br />and land<br /><br />My mountains and clouds<br />My four leaf clover<br /><br />My delight<br /><br />My treasure<br /><br />My good mood<br />on a dismal day<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 46</span><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-4020353949049374052009-02-15T09:54:00.002-05:002009-02-18T09:32:05.483-05:00...Anthropologies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsoh5uvRdTRUQ5YxW5spThS3CcYI7ZZk-FrYlOqKANgpizYc5UKePRYXtwMMPjlrVtMjcTtjERK-jVjr-vr13p6jpJTmIwXKUbfWIWSWyKnP41iEfb12if7YO91d33F-0DPFsicVFomDwl/s1600-h/2-14-9+ASA+copyright+029c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsoh5uvRdTRUQ5YxW5spThS3CcYI7ZZk-FrYlOqKANgpizYc5UKePRYXtwMMPjlrVtMjcTtjERK-jVjr-vr13p6jpJTmIwXKUbfWIWSWyKnP41iEfb12if7YO91d33F-0DPFsicVFomDwl/s400/2-14-9+ASA+copyright+029c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303037854858823762" border="0" /></a><br /><big>Birds watching<br />as we prune<br />and preen our trees<br />preparing<br />for spring<br /><br />bundles of branches<br />and bags of twigs<br /><br />we bend and break<br />and hoard our haul<br /><br />brush from the garden<br />and broom from the hill<br /><br />Do they imagine our nest<br />our herbal brews<br /><br />with ornithosmorphic<br />empathies...?<br /><br /><br /></big><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 45</span><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-91476066376209615682009-02-15T09:47:00.001-05:002009-02-15T09:50:59.504-05:00February's Fairy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZo_Z-j6D8P2X-6e6hLC7kwtVmOfI5DrdVlxoJQvRu2jYiK-IkF8ah3yYni0yzXhnuyCbfHgkoCQxSNn_8EdnSDB0IIQp-7Nupryy-C7LYhM01cgAE_W4-HgIC1a70ZRDYS-xZIz60fvw/s1600-h/2-2-9+ASA+copyright+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZo_Z-j6D8P2X-6e6hLC7kwtVmOfI5DrdVlxoJQvRu2jYiK-IkF8ah3yYni0yzXhnuyCbfHgkoCQxSNn_8EdnSDB0IIQp-7Nupryy-C7LYhM01cgAE_W4-HgIC1a70ZRDYS-xZIz60fvw/s400/2-2-9+ASA+copyright+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303035845334873618" border="0" /></a>Come cold<br />melt<br /><br />emerge<br />in metal blades<br />carving space<br />time... thought<br /><br />fairies caught<br /><br />in the culling<br /><br />in the balance between<br />air and there<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 44</span><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-71876177875346933152008-12-07T11:17:00.002-05:002008-12-07T11:20:29.682-05:00...The Universe Speaks.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPYZm8HCVU8ahs1V61x5eLFE5GzikYVoYmmiV3fa3pRTqnQnOR4-HrIHzpC_extj78t6AZDQsjLpUKlnr0GzisUgScUMKvj3v_ZpTIwSPI0f8l0Ui9aVUYI-RIfi5PNqS6-40ZSIOU-5P/s1600-h/12-7-8+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPYZm8HCVU8ahs1V61x5eLFE5GzikYVoYmmiV3fa3pRTqnQnOR4-HrIHzpC_extj78t6AZDQsjLpUKlnr0GzisUgScUMKvj3v_ZpTIwSPI0f8l0Ui9aVUYI-RIfi5PNqS6-40ZSIOU-5P/s400/12-7-8+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277083253896989858" border="0" /></a><br />"The universe<br />speaks..."<br />as they say<br /><br />and I flow with it<br />but one drop<br /><br />tributaries into creeks into rivers into bays into<br />ocean<br />evaporating<br /><br />into clouds<br /><br />Castles<br />where i might find<br />true love<br /><br />Castles<br />where i might be<br />true love<br /><br />The universe speaks<br /><br />signs and symbols<br /><br />yes or no<br /><br />come here go there...<br /><br />be bloom or not<br /><br />blush<br />and feel the flush of life<br /><br />breath<br />and feel the dream<br />of day after day<br />simply being<br /><br />Three billion heart beats<br />in one human life<br /><br />The Universe speaks...<br />allows us to know<br /><br />leaves hints<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 43</span><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-85320210804230795252008-12-07T07:34:00.004-05:002008-12-07T07:50:21.687-05:00...Fairies Twinkle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz_0EaDwc9mXxyJCgbJlHtacsDDMLRnkLucFKvAaKp8-azPUbN4SamgVubeQ3XjR6tG2N07QRV-L04QGrMpwkUH2zw9jNruq5sgiWQSudnQaGu60ARgSd2AZwLFdvzmRJqOAfrCAhTvWn/s1600-h/12-7-8+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz_0EaDwc9mXxyJCgbJlHtacsDDMLRnkLucFKvAaKp8-azPUbN4SamgVubeQ3XjR6tG2N07QRV-L04QGrMpwkUH2zw9jNruq5sgiWQSudnQaGu60ARgSd2AZwLFdvzmRJqOAfrCAhTvWn/s400/12-7-8+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277025609848819234" border="0" /></a><br />Fairies twinkle<br />in new fallen snow<br /><br />each glance and glimmer<br /><br />of shifting<br />prismatic<br />shimmer<br /><br />as all the world turns white<br /><br />each glance and glimmer<br /><br />of shifting<br />prismatic<br />shimmer<br /><br />might be one<br />with rainbow wings<br />flickering<br /><br />here there and everywhere<br />while you might try to capture her spirit<br />try to save her clues<br />try to count her community<br />try to<br /><br />but never quite come close enough<br />to catch her<br /><br />never quite close enough<br />to know her<br /><br />to understand her<br /><br />to define her<br /><br />to defend her<br /><br />beyond<br />your own wildest imaginings<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 42</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-41758745266584505152008-12-07T05:27:00.003-05:002008-12-07T05:41:31.144-05:00...The Last Leaf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ocoChWdjcg5FYDTTvXm4H6zHjTUd9z5VEYawLLPkUc7tu_rCgI4dWOzCsIJpB0MyD3r4ZSN-1BArCZz7De-0coR7XvsVQlBNMQJjJBBD2o9VGPrvvk645RQ8LKGYwFD4fp-gDY42L1aL/s1600-h/12-5-8+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ocoChWdjcg5FYDTTvXm4H6zHjTUd9z5VEYawLLPkUc7tu_rCgI4dWOzCsIJpB0MyD3r4ZSN-1BArCZz7De-0coR7XvsVQlBNMQJjJBBD2o9VGPrvvk645RQ8LKGYwFD4fp-gDY42L1aL/s400/12-5-8+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276993118482702514" border="0" /></a><br />The last leaf<br />darkens with dawn<br /><br />spins on autumn winds<br />and nestles momentarily<br />into bird shape<br /><br />Up and fly little leaf<br />with all my hopes<br /><br />Make real my dreams<br /><br />Flit away little leaf<br />into light<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 41</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-79832993254530904452008-11-23T04:11:00.003-05:002008-11-23T04:55:55.031-05:00...Wishing Well<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVXVE5EIJXjNMhmuI2ICgD0LQxBHqz_IYfkNBVVZ_7w343ok6HYuvqloMc4OTWky7iRQfUWdxwk7QsrNs9dYb1txP1WeGtO7AIl-54llCXm7yWYcqpx1vJJoPUoO-CmPgxBLrr3YsumhS/s1600-h/11-7-8+065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVXVE5EIJXjNMhmuI2ICgD0LQxBHqz_IYfkNBVVZ_7w343ok6HYuvqloMc4OTWky7iRQfUWdxwk7QsrNs9dYb1txP1WeGtO7AIl-54llCXm7yWYcqpx1vJJoPUoO-CmPgxBLrr3YsumhS/s400/11-7-8+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271778198278742498" border="0" /></a><br />Wishes weave into dreams<br />dreams into thoughts<br />ideas<br /><br />work<br /><br />String by string<br />new songs stir<br /><br />ideas<br />work<br /><br />Blending always blending<br />then with now<br /><br />ideas work<br /><br />Entire worlds wished into being<br />one by one<br /><br />agree<br /><br />ideas work<br /><br />Practiced into place<br />tweaked and twittered<br /><br />and rearranged<br /><br />to be memorized anew...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">..Lhude sing cuccu!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Groweþ sed and bloweþ med</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And springþ þe wde nu,</span><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumer_Is_Icumen_In">Sing cuccu!</a>"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Selden Annab</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 40</span></div><br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-21036777714202869312008-10-23T08:32:00.000-04:002008-10-23T08:33:21.127-04:00Visual Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvErWccDpn5pJHYvxgv_miseOmGMUrFVDHsTdMcnrvNwhjxuVWg5vY4pBjp5RM1vv2zr48yZPDxgWJYeFdTUV13EeIDIwH598dX40s97VZDae4QqetvmX12Bs1rsTTEcmN20iGGgttPoG/s1600-h/10-21-08+057.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvErWccDpn5pJHYvxgv_miseOmGMUrFVDHsTdMcnrvNwhjxuVWg5vY4pBjp5RM1vv2zr48yZPDxgWJYeFdTUV13EeIDIwH598dX40s97VZDae4QqetvmX12Bs1rsTTEcmN20iGGgttPoG/s400/10-21-08+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260326338707546898" border="0" /></a>Visual Poem<br />copyright 2008 Anne Selden Annab<br /></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-91771064603267350962008-10-14T20:02:00.003-04:002008-10-14T20:46:48.870-04:00Autumn leaves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Z89kBcHttsR3WxeOHgX4NTFDH14mpemWijExUPpAtCGksUf4lJUkeUAvlUWzDxiavizhFjvVRcRvRHGjoiMoGE6HcKC-1hluTjCjs9qtuAl7mh3VIdErucdCMZnhcN-tXZvL-r1IMcdh/s1600-h/10-10-08+179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Z89kBcHttsR3WxeOHgX4NTFDH14mpemWijExUPpAtCGksUf4lJUkeUAvlUWzDxiavizhFjvVRcRvRHGjoiMoGE6HcKC-1hluTjCjs9qtuAl7mh3VIdErucdCMZnhcN-tXZvL-r1IMcdh/s320/10-10-08+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257164690223118546" border="0" /></a>Autumn reaches<br /><br />into brilliance<br />proving age<br />has its passions<br />and every phase<br />its prime<br /><br />every leaf<br />every love<br />every day<br /><br />And you and I<br />might flutter up like moths<br />in that vortical dance<br />they do<br /><br />And you and I<br />might be the blooms<br />and bounty<br />of the garden<br /><br />And you and I<br />might be the zephyr<br />that lifts the leaves<br /><br />one by one<br />summer ends<br /><br />one by one<br />autumn rustlings<br />as I look up<br />gazing<br /><br />And then you and I<br />might be the breeze<br /><br />that carries each leaf down<br />crumbling<br />and crackling<br />into earth again<br /><br />its the me and you<br />growing old together<br /><br />watching the fairies gather<br />twigs<br /><br />to make a raft<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Selden</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annab</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 39</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-3064036123980111392008-09-21T06:17:00.000-04:002008-09-21T06:39:34.428-04:00...Sunrise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmT7bThOI92aWkNsJ53-wr9SZmFGuBo8I7fSgX91sxUyZFRi5sCnI3zmaMIa9DJL5TjwRKdLiS7AI3CG4X7Sm0PngBgAFlEDTU4tGqH8XahbHA4AQrZq_Jl2eyfQ5jaHkFi9kiinZn-I3/s1600-h/ASA+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmT7bThOI92aWkNsJ53-wr9SZmFGuBo8I7fSgX91sxUyZFRi5sCnI3zmaMIa9DJL5TjwRKdLiS7AI3CG4X7Sm0PngBgAFlEDTU4tGqH8XahbHA4AQrZq_Jl2eyfQ5jaHkFi9kiinZn-I3/s400/ASA+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248417006894133986" border="0" /></a><br />Sunrise<br />stir my sleepy thoughts<br /><br />pull me up<br />into a stretch<br /><br />of day<br />with even strides<br /><br />paced... in a lineal world<br /><br />Your own view always of light<br />& always tightly focused on noon<br />where ever that might be<br /><br />while mine is of shadows<br /><br />and all those many minutes<br />& tinctures<br />& tones<br />in between<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Selden</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annab</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 38</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-13703804276409081032008-09-19T08:17:00.001-04:002008-09-19T08:20:09.778-04:00...Glowing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigU9gPvBWl-8Kq_ogoKwjsyVQyqbVXUAcgg-c4heW29QNl-Whbz0pCfpzgCHnOrsAdHOmjVuLnewiUyfGOq4X3xnuhNQTqKX-JrW70drexU2g9aqKQN9QLhr09p5tBHUhfVZ8KPspnxWU6/s1600-h/autumn+240.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigU9gPvBWl-8Kq_ogoKwjsyVQyqbVXUAcgg-c4heW29QNl-Whbz0pCfpzgCHnOrsAdHOmjVuLnewiUyfGOq4X3xnuhNQTqKX-JrW70drexU2g9aqKQN9QLhr09p5tBHUhfVZ8KPspnxWU6/s400/autumn+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247705876046962754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Its a full moon<br />that holds me<br /><br />keeps me<br />returning<br /><br />round<br />and<br />round<br /><br />spin dizzy<br /><br />splashed<br />with lightness<br />in my step<br /><br />round<br />and<br />round<br /><br />thinking<br />of you<br /><br />round<br />and<br />round<br /><br />and me<br /><br />for that moon<br />forever<br /><br />round<br />and<br />round<br /><br />as we...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Selden</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annab</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 37</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-36629906241039160842008-09-07T08:02:00.000-04:002008-09-07T14:13:16.984-04:00Into Gold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEBFzViGyuLiYnAGVU4h5Vz42B-kvZU7gb58-3_LHz5ucV5gd9Rf6HV8eORqLfTBGzgOuSPiZqvVEpszy9ZuhRlMcqKHVRG6w4-CjEfx1to7U6wzwlxX55c5jy6MXul9f-FPKQwsD6BV6/s1600-h/autumn+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEBFzViGyuLiYnAGVU4h5Vz42B-kvZU7gb58-3_LHz5ucV5gd9Rf6HV8eORqLfTBGzgOuSPiZqvVEpszy9ZuhRlMcqKHVRG6w4-CjEfx1to7U6wzwlxX55c5jy6MXul9f-FPKQwsD6BV6/s400/autumn+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243249095889424450" border="0" /></a>Summer's deep lush dripping green<br /><br />dries<br />into gold<br /><br />pocket change at first<br />small coins<br /><br />as if a fortune might be found<br />if we can save this day of brink<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />tuck it into forever<br />with a gentle tug<br /><br />brighten the gold<br />with good memories<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Selden</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annab</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 36</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386484416387940072.post-61828154492636081922008-09-06T21:13:00.000-04:002008-09-06T21:59:19.479-04:00Bound to Be<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_JytA4zKgMQDinypKnCgcxhoJzazBu_TlBx_CX-x6qhmcbYkuK4FWvGipvvEU4XzCIio6F5jtnQk-VVy5dBNvjtCsQC0gdK6DJOj2Gr889pOOEX2fvyWJ5H_A9QJIJw11qk_swzkHEMI/s1600-h/autumn+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_JytA4zKgMQDinypKnCgcxhoJzazBu_TlBx_CX-x6qhmcbYkuK4FWvGipvvEU4XzCIio6F5jtnQk-VVy5dBNvjtCsQC0gdK6DJOj2Gr889pOOEX2fvyWJ5H_A9QJIJw11qk_swzkHEMI/s400/autumn+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243081741718384898" border="0" /></a>It startled me- autumn<br />in one batch of leaves<br />brewing fall<br /><br />Startled me-<br />drew me in<br /><br />School pencils<br />and graphite gray skies<br /><br />Seasons blending<br />and bending time<br /><br />papyrus scratched<br />with symbols<br /><br />...the scrape of a new shoe<br />on an old sidewalk<br /><br />and the brightness of berries<br />some bound to be<br />bound to be tree<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqm333A6fVrYgy7wmIJjKI6j0VqhS7M00OzKMCwxueCBBr2zsDJ77Hhi4HciBCYLxtEIPPrRLT-Kv-JcfhLDcYxwvngk_rW9gmpxLD5h0JzLQi08DksgiLLK0hb4wPoMDyVKv7Bv42oAnt/s1600-h/autumn+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqm333A6fVrYgy7wmIJjKI6j0VqhS7M00OzKMCwxueCBBr2zsDJ77Hhi4HciBCYLxtEIPPrRLT-Kv-JcfhLDcYxwvngk_rW9gmpxLD5h0JzLQi08DksgiLLK0hb4wPoMDyVKv7Bv42oAnt/s400/autumn+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243085973922712178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">poem copyright </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">©2008 </span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Selden</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annab</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The Fairy Garden Poems # 35</span></div>Anne Selden Annabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584152597470342913noreply@blogger.com