Today is day two I’ve freezing weather
I made a pan of squash soup from squash cooked in early fall and tucked into freezer.
Several hours ago, a ring-tailed cat walked by on our fence catching my eye from the window. It looked at me as it tried to get a drink of water from our rain bucket.it was hunkered down in the stiff winter gales. When I opened the door it flew up the fence clearly skittish. I put a bowl of water out and my beloved opened a can of tuna and took to the house where it lived no cracked open garage for shelter against the weather. The 311 operators we called were not optimistic.
I posted to our neighborhood weblog. Replies poured in as everyone brainstormed. We took a box with warm bedding …others are keeping an eye for the folks who live in the house. I have some questions for the cat’s owners myself.
The sun has just set. Forecasted low tonight-22 , same tomorrow. Keep warm Kitty…
Grey day, Sycamore
Stands nearly naked in place
Cold winter morning…
Nancilynn Saylor 2017 January
Brisk dry air with 23 degrees. Sun shimmers on autumn colors
Winter solstice nears…
Nancilynn Saylor, December 2016
While working last week, my friend and I heard a thump
on the plate glass picture window of the shop…
I had a sickening feeling in my stomach
because I’ve heard such thumps
I sighed as I went to the door and looked out.
A small bird lay, stunned, below on the sidewalk.
Rushing over, I stooped and gathered her up in my hand.
She was a tiny, immature female Cardinal.
My very favorite bird- more admired and revered even above an Eagle.
They often appear to me and remind me of loved ones who are gone.
I took the tiny creature inside. Her neck wobbled too freely.
My friend held her as
I reached for a small box to set her in.
In my heart
I wanted her to just be stunned. My brain
Her feathers were as soft as kitten fur.
Before I could turn back
her spirit slipped away.
photo from Pintrest of immature female Cardinal
Drifts in on cool breeze
In waxing afternoon light
Pausing to refuel
©Nancilynn Saylor 2016
Photo from the fluttering visitors.
you dip and fly
dancing, leaf to leaf,
taking ease any place you land-
eluding my lens as if I mean to steal your soul.
Your visage burns into my memory
I have no designs on your soul-
just an image to sustain me
through winter’s coming chill.
© Nancilynn Saylor
Photo of Zebra Long Wing Butterfly
resting on Magnolia tree limb.