Reborn

Death is not final
all is reborn,
Transfigured, delivered –
a brand new form.

©Sharron R. McMillan

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Heart Disease

Heart Disease

Only a shell remains you see
A shell that never was truly me,
And now I’ve left it, now I am free
Imagine – imagine, what I shall be!

©Sharron R. McMillan

Be Yourself

Stand out from the crowd, be yourself.
~ S. Richards

Why

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
~Friedrich Nietzsche

Roses In My Rose Garden

Golden Delight

Tahitian Sunset

Botanical Garden Walk – Deer Fern

Deer Fern Blechnum spicant – A fine evergreen native fern, reaching heights of only 12-24.” The low-growing sterile fronds spread horizontally from a basal tuft, while the fertile fronds are thin and deciduous and grow erect, directly from the center of the clump. Deer fern satisfies the winter hunger of deer, but also elk in our area. It also provides year-round cover for small birds, mammals, insects, and other creatures. Birds may use the leaves as nesting material.
We haven’t found deer fern on our acreage as the sword fern seems to have taken over here.  But we have seen it growing in more open areas.

Google Doesn’t Do It For Me

Not quite the same
as standing up from my desk,
reaching to the top shelf of my book-case,
searching for the worn green cover,
‘The New Roget’s Thesaurus
Revised Edition.
Essential for Home, school, office.’

An old friend
always there,
ready to help define
what I am thinking.
No on or off buttons,
keys, batteries or lights.

Simple synonyms
for my simple life.

©Sharron R. McMillan

Daughters As Neighbours

Takes time to reshape
from mother
to neighbour,
from daughter
to neighbour.

Each aware
of the need for fences
and gates
that define
a healthy, happy
neighbourhood.

©Sharron R. McMillan

Porthole

What I allow into my head finds its way to my heart, which is a porthole to my soul.
~Craig D. Lounsbrough

Springs of Life

Watch over your heart with all diligence for from it flow the springs of life.
~Proverbs

A Hole In The Sky

The Little Seed

In the heart of a seed buried deep, so deep,
A dear little plant lay fast asleep.
“Wake!” said the sunshine, “and creep to the light.”
“Wake!” said the voice of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard, and it rose to see
What the wonderful outside world might be.

~Kate Louise Brown
From Highroads To Reading Book Two 1945

Eagle Watching Over You

Hugs

Arbutus Tree

Arbutus