Rebirth

Tired of being tucked into winter's white duvet,
I'm seeking for spring, looking for an 'away'
wanting the rebirth from the spring warm sun
and wishing for those green grasses to come.

And yet we can't complain, not really.

It's been so nice and sweet this winter.

Snow for sliding, warm sun for basking.

Makes little boys so happy and mama's too.

I do think, though, that the dogs
know the rebirth of spring best.
They can smell the earth 'wakening
and hear her stirring beneath.

Spring has so many wonders
waiting to burst forth and out.
But we shouldn't waste the fun
of playing in the snow!

Rebirth comes while we wait.
But what we do while waiting
is what makes the life worth
birthing again and again.

While I love spring and growing, this winter being so mild has given us snow and days to play outside until we are wet and tired. A perfect balance for late winter, don't you think?


I wanted to write something more 'heavy' on the Poets United "Rebirth" prompt but who can be deep and serious on a day when the snow hills are calling for laughing boys to slide and silly dogs to run?

So much depends upon

So much depends upon where you are at.
So much depends upon where you want to go.
Sometimes it depends upon a tractor,
a lot of snow and people who know
that so much depends upon your ability to have fun!

You gotta laugh, because you know,

so much of what crazy idea he has next

depends upon what kind of audience you are.

A perfect slope, a smooth run and a wonderful day

depends upon this man's skill behind the wheel

of that big red tractor and the heart size he is.

So much of what we do depends upon one single thing.

Making memories with him, basking in his joy.

Seeing his face and hearing the laughter that shouts,

"This is the best day ever!"

So much depends upon making the time.
Knowing the most important things
are not things at all.
So much depends upon knowing this.
Everything depends upon this.

Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski


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Farm Fun Part II

The dugout slopes were just right for some sliding...

Thanks for the help Daddy!

And an assist from Anna as well.

Snowy Run

The ever present ravens keep us company, follow the cows and play with the dogs.

You have not experienced that play until you see a raven and a dog playing tug-a-war with a dead muskrat.

The only things Feathers loves to do more than chase cows and stare down squirrels is to run and cuddle on the bed. She does love to run!

Our Feather girl, rescue dog, cattle herder and friend.

Frosty Feathers Morning

All images copyright Shanyn Silinski 2011