Mio, Michigan - “He Hears Us”

 

This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.

1 JOHN 5:14 (NIV)

The Lodge at Mio

Spring Comes on the World

by Emily Dickinson

Spring comes on the World -

I sight the Aprils -

Hueless to me until thou come

As, till the Bee

Blossoms stand negative,

Toughed to Conditions

By a Hum.

Wind Through the Trees

I Saw The Wind Within Her

by Emily Dickinson

I saw the wind within her

I knew it blew for me --

But she must buy my shelter

I asked Humility

"Sometimes With the Heart"

Sometimes with the Heart
by Emily Dickinson


Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few -- love at all.

Old Red Barn Of Days Past

The Old Red Barn

by Ewina Reizer

The old red barn that's been vacant for years

is a reminder of days long past.

In its day it was filled with so much  life.

But like all things it didn't last.

Now as I ride by it I wonder why it stands?

Why was it not taken down?

If it was capable of having a face,

surely it would be wearing a frown.

Gone are the sounds and the smells it had.

Gone are the people too.

The hands that worked there everyday.

These are the memories it knew.

"Why am I standing all faded and worn?

Why don't they do away with me?

I'm tired.  I'm tilted. I can't stand straight.

Is that what they like to see?

Maybe I'm a reminder as people ride by

of how things use to be.

Maybe I still have a purpose to fill?

Nostalgia, when they look at me.

Ranch in Huron-Manistee Forest

My River Runs to Thee

My River Runs to Thee

by Emily Dickinson

My River runs to thee--

Blue Seal!  Wilt welcome me?

My River wait reply--

Oh Sea--look graciously--

I'll fetch thee Brooks--

From spotted nooks--

Say--Sea--Take Me!

Feeling without Thinking - Mack Lake

 



"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.  This may sound easy.  It isn't.  A lot of people think or believe or know they feel-but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling.  And poetry is feeling-not knowing or believing or thinking."
-E.E. Cummings

Chasing a Dancing Swallowtail

Walking in the woods I am always searching for the uniqueness and beauty of the surroundings.  This Swallowtail butterfly was dancing from one flower to the next.  I tried to get as many close up shots as I could but his wings were fluttering so fast it was hard for me to catch him for a still life.

Summer Days are Gone as the Faded Flower

 Where have all the flowers gone?  Summer flowers in the woods at Mio, Michigan are now withered.  Summer days are now gone as the faded flower "and all its budded charm."  Reminds me of English Romantic poet John Keats who compared departure at the end of day from his love as a faded flower.

"The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!"

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
 Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise –
Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday – or holinight
Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray. 

By John Keats 1795–1821 

A Devil's Darning Needle - Riddles from the Pond

 

Blue Devil’s Darning Needle

Ruling over water and air,

In warmth and sunlight,
Flies like the light,
Twisting, turning, upward,
Downward without fright,
Colors of divine creation,
A Mystical dragon of yore,
A snake healer and
Carrier of dead souls,
A blue devil’s darning needle,
A vision within life,
To see your own light.

By PL Fallin
"Riddles from the Pond"

Images from the Mio Ranch

This is two collages of the woods, ponds, flowers and gazebo at the ranch.  There were many hiking trails, several ponds, and wildlife.  Too many to post.