Intense, hot sunrise
There is a small breeze blowing
But the air is still warm.
Posted in Tuesday blues, tagged nature, sunrise, weather on April 9, 2024| 2 Comments »
Posted in nature, weather, tagged nature, summer '24 on March 23, 2024| 15 Comments »
The sun is hiding behind the clouds
It’s been like this for a few days now.
PAGASA has declared that it is officially summer here
Fruits in season, flowers in bloom
Waiting, waiting for the sun
To show its face behind the clouds.
Posted in life, tagged nature, sunset on March 16, 2024| 15 Comments »
She looked at the almost orange hue of the setting sun
A big fireball that reflected on the water
Sunset is just as lovely as a rising sun.
Posted in nature, tagged cloudy sky, nature, sunshine on March 12, 2024| 8 Comments »
The sun is partially obscured
By scattered clouds
But it still gives that heat
That parch my garden plants,
Hoping for rain showers
Even just for a short while.
Posted in silence speaks, tagged nature, night light, when the moon rises on March 3, 2024| 4 Comments »
Posted in silence speaks, tagged a new day, light, moonlight, nature on March 1, 2024| 10 Comments »
It’s a white orb in the sky
With its faint glow
When the sun shines
It slowly loses its light.
Posted in nature, tagged a new day, life, nature on February 29, 2024| 4 Comments »
Posted in family life, tagged family outing, Nate's adventures, nature on November 5, 2023| 13 Comments »
The three of them had an outing in Batangas last week (both Obet and Nissa were on leave from work). Nate did it again. This time he jumped from the top without any hesitation. He did the same thing five years ago. What a brave boy. I could never look down from where he is because I am afraid of heights.
Posted in life, Mary Oliver, poems, tagged literature and Fiction, Mary Oliver, nature, silence speaks on April 4, 2020| 20 Comments »
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It’s like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.
Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.
Mary Oliver, one of the best poets I ever encountered.
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