As I walked this morning, I looked at the swept-clean world and thought of a favorite poem of mine. I thought I would repost it here for you. My jaw just dropped on the floor as I looked at the date of this drawing and poem. One year ago, to the day, exactly. Enjoy! … Continue reading Once Again…Winter Trees
Tag: poetry
How…
"How in the world do you do what you do?" This is an interesting question I get either verbalized or emailed to me. I'm always surprised at the question. I wonder what it is they perceive I'm doing or accomplishing, since USUALLY I'm thinking I can't do anywhere near what I'd like to do or … Continue reading How…
Revelations in Dust
Keepsakes Yesterday I wiped away the dust and grime on all surfaces lay besmirching the shine life’s glory maligned. How long it was there I truly could not say. What of this play on words which may or may not enshrine a moment in my mind? Is it kind to pause and then rewind the … Continue reading Revelations in Dust
A Knitting Ditty
For all who are seized with thoughts of yarn and needles clicking together and wools to wear and gifts to give and designs to try and stitches to learn. You are not alone. 🙂 Do you knit? (To the tune of “Do your ears hang low?”) Do you knit and purl? Do you give it … Continue reading A Knitting Ditty
I Want to Go A-Walking
I Want to Go A-Walking I want to go a-walking all the live-long day To hear the crickets chirping and see the bales of hay. To wrest the beauty hiding in weeds along the way To find my heartbeat’s rhythm I lost in the busy fray. To breathe the fresh air heaping transforming work into … Continue reading I Want to Go A-Walking
A Bale of Words
Available in My Etsy Shoppe Another "sitting" out in my favorite field just after the baling. This time with my pastels in My Little Black Book. Available in My Etsy Shoppe And a different sort of "bale" here...words bundled together in a little poem I wrote several years ago: ************************** I like you standing there… … Continue reading A Bale of Words
The Dreaming Tree
I sit beneath the dreaming tree letting heart run wild and free. The path to here is long but sure. For crazy days this is my cure. Lean and long, grow and gaze, Wonder at how beauty plays On dappled thoughts here and there. My tree whispers love and care. -jpe (jennifer pilkington edwards) My … Continue reading The Dreaming Tree
A Little Poem
I chanced to see the trees dancing in the breeze. Said I to the trees could we dance together please? And I curtsied to the boughs of the trees. -jpe
Whose Fields These Are
Whose fields these are… Whose fields these are I think I know… His house presides o’er fence below. His cattle say their grace each day Content to watch and eat and stay. The fields, they hum a beckoning tune- To roam, to fly, to surf their dune, To live … Continue reading Whose Fields These Are
5:30 am
5:30 am Oh the morning hours… blurry quiet, hazy glee. Yet I cannot hold onto them when they begin to flee. A pitter-patter, then a stomp comes down the staircase landing scurrying away the birds, the mists of morning standing. Even if family does not invade the morning will still dissipate… for I begin … Continue reading 5:30 am