Starbursts
A star-studded countertop. Bright and cheery clutched in the grip of the deft fingers of my neighbor, a party of daffodils entered our nest and roused one of us, the tiniest one, to burst outdoors to collect a few more … Continue reading
Category Archives: Gardens
Brightest Light of the Soul
Adios ego, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see it succumb once and for all. Feeling its resistance and all its tall tales, first burst of tears then glimpses of candor through the refractions of the … Continue reading
Introvert
Feeling this resplendent soul. She is bold, beautiful and magically wild, the way we were meant to be. Check out the rest of her lyrics and enjoy bebopping to her electrifying vibe. “There’s a war (there’s a war) The kingdom’s … Continue reading
Underneath It All
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
Snowed Under
A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading
Armchair Generals
Tel-a-Vision, I never cared much for this technology; I know most do. I tried to get into it. I followed for a bit, but I favor the wild, creating my own visions rather than someone fervently telling me theirs. Any … Continue reading
Cloaked
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
On Becoming Polychromatic Again
The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.The world a little softer,vibrant of color that once filled … Continue reading
March Tantalizes
March is a tricky one. Bursts of warm breezes that tickle the fine hairs on exposed necks, shoulders and limbs, sun ducking behind heavy clouds only to pop out with such decisive force that any remaining piles of snow don’t … Continue reading
Here
“I can’t speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything…There may be comparable places elsewhere, but no one thinks they’re beautiful.” – Wislawa Szymborska A blink of an insight, yet what a tribute to … Continue reading
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