Tag Archives: spring

Still Life in February

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PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

Dearest Julia,
It has been unseasonably warm for February. The buds have started popping from the tips of tree branches and the brown grass is greening. To my dismay the daffodils have decided to peek through the soil toward the warmth of the sun. Just this afternoon, one decided to open up in full bloom!

I know how you love the daffodils my dear. And I fear they may not be here when you come in the Spring. So I took a photograph for you.

I will see you soon. My love to you and kitty, Penelope.

Until Spring,

Laura

~kat – 13 February 2016
(100 Words)

A short note inspired by the photo above by The Reclining Gentleman for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers weekly photo challenge.  If you would like to read other stories click HERE.


Winter Tree – A Shadorma

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Photo by Kat Myrman 2016

Winter tree
stripped bare by the frost
wears ivy
’round her roots
so to remember the spring’s
fair blooms in waiting.

kat ~ 10 February 2016

A Shadorma (Six Line Stanza / Syllable Pattern: 3-5-3-3-7-5) in response to Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. This week’s prompt is based on the word: “Tree”.   To read more or enter your own poem click HERE.


The Snow Maiden & Father Frost

Okay…so sometimes I see things. Things like shapes in the clouds, tree people, heart-shaped rocks.  So imagine my excitement when I my way home from work I saw “her”. A beautiful tree lady covered in ivy. She may have always been there but with winter waning and spring coming she stepped out from behind the drive-by landscape and said hello.

Now before you think I’m totally bonkers I’ll save you the trouble of thinking it. I am. Bonkers that is. But life is so much more interesting when you allow your imagination to have its way with you.

With that I give you my initial encounter with the tree lady… 

Do you see her? Now you can understand why I got so excited when I discovered her there, leaning into the tree.  Of course I always like to play with photos, adding some digital filters to see what other secrets are hidden there. To my surprise my tree lady transformed into the Snow Maiden! And there to her lower right, Father Frost!

As one legend tells it he allowed her to become a human girl to live with a childless couple but warned her that she must never give in to love or consider having a romantic relationship. Despite his warning she couldn’t resist.  When she felt true love for the first time her heart could not bear its warmth. It caused her to melt away. But that was not the end of the poor Snow Maiden. It is said that on the first day of the year (today is Chinese New Year after all and it is also the new moon!) Father Frost whisks her away to the North in advance of Mother Spring’s return, where she becomes beautiful once again and plays all summer on the frozen seas.

Well…I know this all sounds pretty fantastical. However did my imagination have such a flight of fancy you might say?  It is this enhanced photo with a simple digital filter that opened the gate of my imagination. See if you can them for yourself. And sweet dreams to all you dreamers. ❤️


Echoes of my Neighborhood

So…with talk of Spring and warmer temperatures my mind is drifting from my cold, damp neighborhood to memories of Hatteras Island and the Rodanthe Pier…and the BEACH! A favorite vacation spot! It won’t happen this year…but a girl can dream! 🙂

To see other “Neighborhoods” visit my friend Jacqueline’s blog HERE.

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Biddy Bride

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Photo by Kat Myrman 2015

We welcome thee, fair Biddy Bride
to bless our homes and fields of gold
on sunwise walks around each well
near clootie-adorned trees of old.

As Gaia sleeps in frost kissed slumber
a fire in her belly sings
soon verdant buds of life will burst
announcing the first fruits of Spring.

The darkest nights are fading now
as dawn’s first blush illumes the sky
and birdsong bids us rise and shine
to welcome thee, our Biddy Bride!

kat ~ 1 February 2016 (Imbolc/Saint Brigid’s Day)