The rains
passed around midnight
along with any
remnants of fall
Thirty degrees below normal this morning
Sky so blue
it hurts the eyes –
and windy
Outside the skylight
several birds soared. No
not birds. leaves – carried
above the treetops
tossing in the upper currents, while
sun glanced off their shapes to complete the illusion
The gutters and deck
are covered with leaves
jennywren nowhere to be seen
God’s laughter.
Funny isn’t it how late afternoon is also early evening and is (just as surely) – night – depending on the time of year In the scrapbook…
On such a May morning thoughts of New England beckon Open windows shaded by large, old trees sun filtering through the leaves cool, breezy, fresh no overt fragrance like Savannah further south Too soon June will bring us to our senses air conditioners will drone blocking all feel and sounds of the outdoors Heat and…
No sooner had the calendar turned its page to December then God spread His blanket across the eastern half of the continent. Pre-empting deck the halls and fa-la-la, deer stayed in their thickets and geese fell silent. Caught by surprise littlejennywren darted from her berth ‘neath the boat cover and chattered incessantly at our back…
Je vois une femme mais, I cannot see what she sees (sitting alone dans le jardin)…
Little people in furry clothes
Eden sacred ancient sanctuary vines climb through mist to the blue light and explode into exotic summer Beneath the earth shines with winter frost Peace