Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Stay close ...

Stay close to people who feel like sunshine. ✨
For dear C.B.

Monday, February 25, 2019

Flowers are always a good idea ...

"Le bouquet de Jonquilles" 1950
 Robert Doisneau 

French Photographer - 1912 -1994
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Friday, February 15, 2019

Thinking of the Past


I was feeling quite nostalgic this morning and thought of this music. It brought back many memories from the past...memories of how much you and your words mean to me. 
For dear C.B.

"Thinking of the Past" by mdeman


Magnolia image from my garden

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Flowers for a Friend

Flowers from my garden.
For my dear friend C.B.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

For my dearest C.B.

I am grieving the loss of you dear one, there is such an emptiness here now. I don't know where you are. If you have moved on and found true happiness then I am happy for you...but I would have hoped you would say goodbye. 
You have gone away from me before without explanation so you leave me wondering. 
I worry that you are perhaps ill or worse still, that you may have died...
but then you would be happy to be with your God.

I have no way of knowing, no-one to tell me how you are, what has happened, no way to reach out to you except from here...
It all seems so silent, final and I am heartbroken.

I was looking through my weblog today, you have been so much a part of it. Your messages and your kindnesses resonate here. Your presence can be felt in the words and the spaces between.

Our correspondence from the past still touches my heart. Ever since you made me aware of your presence all of those years ago, every poem, every word, every song and flower was for you. I have never known anyone like you before and never will again. What is there left for me now? I will always love you.

Much love, Dianne xoxo

Sunday, October 7, 2018

On A Lane In Spring

A Little Lane, the brook runs 
close beside
And spangles in the sunshine 
while the fish glide swiftly by
And hedges leafing 
with the green spring tide
From out their greenery 
the old birds fly
And chirp and whistle 
in the morning sun
The pilewort glitters 
'neath the pale blue sky
The little robin 
has its nest begun
And grass green linnets 
round the bushes fly
How Mild the Spring Comes in; 
the daisy buds
Lift up their golden blossoms 
to the sky
How lovely are the pingles 
and the woods
Here a beetle runs; 
and there a fly
Rests on the Arum leaf 
in bottle green
And all the Spring 
in this Sweet lane is seen.

John Clare -  1793 - 1864
For my dear friend C.B. wherever you may be.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Springtime Feelings

I have all of the feelings of Springtime,
yet I struggle to find the words...
Ribbons of memories
of past Springs unravel, 
taking me to places
where happiness was found.
Yet the hedgerows have flowers
and berries will follow
The birds are still songful
and fragrant flowers surround
perhaps I will find the words
while these feelings still abound...

Prose - Dianne Dawes
For dear C.B.