My father introduced me to the constellations as a child. We would first look for the milky way and then start finding the summer constellations. Of all my siblings I was the only one really interested. Even with meteor showers, one by one my sisters would slip into the house until I was alone with the heavens, stars and my thoughts. This is still one of my favorite things to do.
I stare at the garden. No rain has fallen. The earth splitting with cracks, the plants parched. The only green a pear cactus. My heart aches. A drop of moisture hits a dragon fly on the ground, Alas, only a remaining tear.
no hope blossoms with the sun
my soul a desert
I drop in the shade of a thin tree, tired of chasing you across the sun drenched meadow
peals of laughter follow unexpected flight of a grasshopper
In the woods the scent of magnolia ushers in spring. It is the place to hunt new life. You may find morel mushrooms peeking from the leaf litter.
Watch for white blossoms such as dutchman’s breeches, shadbush and trillium. Enjoy the beauty.
discarded blue shell
another sign of new life
in the forest
the crazies are flooded
with new wine
Winter Retreat – Life is Beautiful – Day 7
one last red sycamore leaf
in a sea of brown
violet covered teacups
just you and me
sweetness and wonder
of everyday life
the sent of pine kissed air
floods the bay
Once when i was five I sat on the back porch for over an hour fascinated with a daddy-long-legged spider (harvestman) I watched it crawl over my hand and arm until one of the legs came off. Then I examined the leg and noticed that it still kicked for awhile. Fascinated I pulled the legs off one by one, watching until it was still and then pulling off another. I did not think of the cruelty until just the body remained in my hand.
each segment still jerking
in my dreams
Throughout my life this scene comes back to remind me of the need to be kind to all and careful of our actions or else we could easily and carelessly become murders of more than just spiders
words cannot be recalled