Waiting in the Car

Happy Birthday Mom! I miss you...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.
~Mary E. Frye

Dark Drifting

A cold dreamy winter's day

Gazing out of the window

Trees are covered in white

Heavy branches sway in the breeze

A sigh for the dark season

And for times long ago

When the world was young
And filled with magic

Dark drifting…

Shape shifting

In the snow

Light fading into shadow

A dream that has gone

A distant memory of light

And laughter as a child

A life that has passed slow as the winter

Longing for summer and warmth

A sigh for lost love

And for times long ago

When the world was young
And filled with magic

Dark drifting…

Shape shifting

In the snow

Light fading into shadow

A dream that lives on

~Jillian E. Burgin
19 Dec 2011

Spider Moon

A dream, a distant light...

a deep breath on a cold November evening. 

And I'm driving toward the rising moon,

which is full once again,

above the dark mountains. 

I wonder if there are spiders

living inside it.

Moving like whispers...

spinning webs like shadows.

Unseen from the Earth.

Jillian Burgin

November Tree

I consider this tree an old friend. I've passed by it many times over the years and it looked particularly interesting this rainy morning against the stormy sky.

Mansion - by Steve Ponio

On the other side of the building where i have my art studio is a mansion that was built in 1865 right after the Civil War. Sometimes on sunny days i will go up to the second floor and sit in Mrs. Doles bedroom and read. The mansion was built by the the Doles 146 years ago.

Dante

I took this photo of my friend Dante at the Teahouse on Canyon Road in Santa Fe.