#FridayFantasy . . . .In the morning




In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again -That feeling
That You, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
…Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy Lamp
Inside my Heart.

~ Hafiz





Text & image source: Contemplative Monk


November Morning!





“A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.

Upon the apple-branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.

The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gayly peering through
This silver-tissued network
Across the frosty blue.

The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
The honeysuckle shows
A dazzling icy splendor,
And crystal is the rose.”

Evaleen Stein





Text & image source:Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

It’s morning!




“It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.”

— Mary Oliver






Art Stephanie Lambourne.
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Good morning with . . . . The Rose Hip Fairy




The Rose Hip Fairy

Cool dewy morning,
Blue sky at noon,
White mist at evening,
And large yellow moon;

Blackberries juicy
For staining of lips;
And scarlet, O scarlet
The Wild Rose Hips!

Gay as a gipsy
All Autumn long,
Here on the hedge-top
This is my song.

By Mary Cicely Barker





Art Mary Cicely Barker
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Although I haven’t walked in your shoes,




Although I haven’t walked in your shoes, you can be sure
the leather on mine is thin in places too.
And there have been times for every single one of us when we’ve
put on one foot in front of the other on a very thin thread of hope.
That’s why we need good people and positive messages around us –
to encourage us through those more difficult times.
And the truth is we take turns giving and receiving –
that’s how life works best.
May you have a blessed week..





Text & image source: Welcome Home

#WingedJewels . . . .”Heaven on Earth”




“Heaven on Earth”

I heard the sweet voice of a robin,
High up in the maple tree,
Joyously, singing his happy song
To his feathered mate, in glee!…
If we could be like this tiny bird,
Just living from day to day,
Holding no bitterness in our hearts
For those we meet on our way…

~ Gertrude Tooley Buckingham,





Art Andrew Hutchinson.
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook