"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, January 31, 2014

whimpers in the night: 31/365

feverish little hand
reaches for mine,
heat radiating through me.
quiet sniffle,
tiny whimper,
little body snuggling in tight,
seeking comfort
and finding it.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

companions: 30/365

As the sun slowly warms the earth,
two brown doves huddle companionably
in a patch of curled brown leaves,
surrounded in snowy white.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

snow shimmer: 29/365

sunbeam streaks across snow
scintillas of sparkles shimmer

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

peace, pete seeger: 28/365

flowers are gone
seasons have turned
may there be peace for you now

Monday, January 27, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

7WS: 26/365

7 Word Sunday:

Stress wipes out weekend's moment of breath.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

spinning dawn: 25/365

pink cotton candy
stretched across
the blue sky-sea,
dawn spinning golden threads

Friday, January 24, 2014

one last kiss: 24/365

embraced in hazy orange glow
brilliant orb of dancing fire
blowing one last kiss

Thursday, January 23, 2014

awaiting Spring: 23/365

Fractured sunlight glints
off the beaded plant hanger
that sits empty,
awaiting Spring.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

trickster skies: 22/365

Cornflower blue skies
and mellow yellow sunbeams
are deceiving.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

whispers: 21/365

insidious whispers
"can't do this"
"not good enough"
"not smart enough"
"not... enough"
their echoes tear through me.
their time is no more.
a lone voice
whispers back to them
negating them
slowly growing in loudness
and strength.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

7ws: 19/365

(7 word Sunday)

vise around head
leaves me on edge

Saturday, January 18, 2014

exit, stage west 18/365

stillness of early morn
Moon hangs in near-perfect roundness
before taking her curtsy and fading,
moving backstage to Sun's spotlight

Friday, January 17, 2014

ss: 17/365

the television, dishwasher, music
the puppy, toddler
clamor, collide
creating cacophony
causing confusion

crave calm

Thursday, January 16, 2014

ss: 16/365

the brilliant illumination of the moon last night
seems to have inspired the sun
to release its own brightness.

a moment to bask in golden warmth.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

ss: 15/365

ribbons of pink and lavender rapidly unfurl
reveal an explosion of magenta-orange
soft streams of yellow and blue remain

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

ss: 14/365

my feet squish
through soggy, brown mud
in the swamp of my backyard.

the evergreens stand vibrant and strong
as the sun peeks through
lighting and warming the grey of yesterday.

Monday, January 13, 2014

ss: 13/365

(Minimal Monday Small Stone)

Head swims as body seeks cleansing and balance.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

ss: 12/365

new morning peace
by a gaggle of geese

Saturday, January 11, 2014

ss: 11/365

petals gently stretching open
orchid reveals her hidden center
that she had been guarding so closely
up until now

Friday, January 10, 2014

ss: 10/365

droplets hang on bare branches
like tiny tears left by summer faeries
longing for lush warmth

Thursday, January 9, 2014

ss: 9/365

Tight and angry, I step into the biting cold.
The indignant, raucous call of the blue jay
echoes the emotions within.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

ss: 8/365

struggling with old mind-tapes
running rampant.
tried to find peace on my mat,
but only found a still-heavy heart.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

ss: 7/365

the chill bite of the air
seizes my breath
and settles in my bones

Monday, January 6, 2014

ss: 6/365

Fluffs of white float,
tickling the tip of my nose,
magically melting away.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

ss: 5/365

Pine cones encircle the rock lovingly bedecked in a gown of springy moss.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

ss: 4/365

the sticky fingers of irritation wrap around me.
i attempt to wash them in hot suds,
with the dirty morning dishes.
the dishes are clean,
but the sticky fingers remain.

Friday, January 3, 2014

small stone: day three, 2014

the icy crunch of grass under my feet
the golden glow of the rising sun
winter peace settles around me

Thursday, January 2, 2014

small stone, day 2, 2014

rain trickles down my neck
a tiny river kissing cool trails
lingering, then gone

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

a new year of small stones: Day 1, 2014

the chill winter breeze kisses my cheek.
birdsong teases my ears,
awakening my heart.