"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Friday, September 27, 2013

small stone: mockingbird moment

With a fluff of feathers and a flick of beak,
the mockingbird settles into his afternoon bath.
Head at a cocky angle, he gazes at me,
wondering why I am so rude as to watch his ablutions.
He carries on despite my prying eyes, warm in his golden sunbeam,
then flits away on the cool autumn breeze.



Tuesday, September 24, 2013

small stones: a meadow

A few days ago, I drove past a meadow
that was covered in mist
and dotted with dandelions,
with geese happily milling about.

Today, it sat empty and forlorn,
shorn of its lovely green locks
and bright adornments.





Sunday, September 8, 2013

nature's all a-buzz

cicadas buzz
the sound of a thousand little chainsaws
filling the air


Friday, September 6, 2013

rabbit dawn

Both of us up before the sun, the rabbit and I greet each other in the dark, early morning fog. He regards me with a wary understanding, ears cocked. Then he bounds away to start his day, away from the prying eyes of wakeful humans clutching steaming mugs of coffee.



Thursday, September 5, 2013

shadows, dappled

The evening sun sends dappled shadows dancing across my window sill.
I pause, thankful for the deep beauty.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

unknown possibility

The fog sits thickly on branches this morning, obscuring my view.
I remind myself that the unknown holds great possibility...



Tuesday, September 3, 2013

late georgia summer

Summer clings tight to the land,
Humidity hangs heavy.
Colors rich and vibrant.
Lushness fills the air.
The permeating buzz of insect song does battle with the song of power tools...
The insects win.