WAITING FOR SPRING...

I sadly do not know who the author of this poem is but the photo and following poem was posted on my face book page this morning and as a poet and lover of poetry, I had to share.  This was very meaningful to me and comforting...

I'm Standing Next To You

You can't see me or touch me
but I'm standing next to you.
It's sad to see you cry for me
I wish you only knew.

I'm standing next to you.
Even though you think I'm gone,
I've really never left your side
I've been here all along.

So please be brave and dry the tears,
don't let your grief show through.
I love you from a different place,
and I'm standing right next to you

(If anyone knows the author, please comment to me :) )

The photo makes me want to paint and the poem inspires 

me to put pen to page....

Have a most wonderful day and share this lovely poem if 

you are also touched by the words.

My heart to yours....

FACES OF FALL...

EVERY DAY I walk to the mailbox just around the corner of our street and I cannot for the life of me pass by a leaf or a feather lying on the ground-ha! And today was no exception.  The leaves from the Tulip Tree (Yellow Poplar) were scattered all over the pavement from the rainy day.  I picked up some and to me they look like kitty faces.  So I drew a face on one when I got home.

Tee Hee!  The smaller leaves could be from the Red Maple but are not really mature enough for me to identify for certain.

Hubby had treatment today and it always seems as if the day flies by once we get back home.  Never enough hours in the day. 

I did a review for the new Book by budding author, Judi Hedlund for her historical romance (Christian) and she was pleased.  you can read my review on my Kerrie's Korner, SC blog, http://kerrieskorner.blogspot.com/ .  The Book, the Preacher's Bride was excellent and I am looking forward to her next novel that is already in the works! 
  What are you reading?  Are you a "leaf-picker" in the fall like I am?

           Leaf Picker
                by Kerrie  
The fallen leaves beckon to me
I cannot leave them as you can see. 
I must gather in and hoard their beauty
The Autumn colors are my booty!
With tongue in cheek I write these words
But truly I am bound to a habit absurd.

Hubby laughs when I come through the door
Go to the phone book to press even more
Of the leaves I hold so dear.
Later on I shall forget they are there.

But when I need a number from the book
The crumbled dried leaves that I foresook
Will tumble out upon the floor
But I still I vow that I will gather more.

And even as I speak,
The dried Pansy faces
    start to leak...
From the same Phonebook pages.

I am a hopeless, leaf picking addict!

Lord, Did I Hear You.....

   Did I Hear You....
            ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Lord, did I hear you today
When I heard that bird in song?
Did I hear you whisper in the breeze
  as it fled across the lawn?
Did I see your eyes in the bunny's face
Full of compassion and gentleness?
Did I see your regalness in the Swans
     afloat on their afternoon visit?

Was that you Lord, in the Sunshine
That peeked out late this day?
And was that your footstep falling
As I walked along the way?
Were you in the clouds that floated overhead
Was that you that gave me blessed dreams
When I slept upon my bed?

Did I hear you Lord when my head was bowed
As I said my daily prayer?
When I felt sad I felt your hand
On mine with gentle care.
Thank you Lord for being there
Whenever I call your Name
And surprising me with your presence
And Love that always are the same.
                                     11~14~09

Kerrie