slim crescent of light
etched in the smooth blue canvas
of a january sky
waning pale
in the dark of early morning hours
to arise from the chrysalis of night
unfurling silver wings
for lunar flight
Small Stones 17/2015
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Category Archives: Small Stones
Small Stones 16/2015
reflections-
I contemplate the future
as the heron waits.
Small Stones 15/2015
reading the morning news
under a cloud of impending doom,
I turn to the open sky
and watch
wild geese descend to the still water.
Small Stones 14/2015
I’m not sure any words are necessary in the face of such beauty. Our dawns have been so gray and fog filled, that to see the sky arrayed in startling luminous saturated color – it thrills my heart!
drenched sky of fiery color
sun spills its heart
saturating the earth
in glowing beauty
Small Stones 13/2015
Such a clear night – first one in ages – and taking our pup out for his final stroll of the night, the stars are just glorious.
How brilliantly they sparkle, these ancient suns. So bright, their cold light seems to cast shadows across the dark winter landscape.
I wish I could photograph the sky and show you. But a picture of a sweet boy will have to do – Theodore Valentine is his name.
Small Stones 12/2015
birds alight low on the evergreen boughs
calling & singing
as I fill the feeders-
the air is feather light
with the sound of wings & the dawning sun
Small Stones 11/2015
deep blue
the air is filled with the scent of sleet
and fallen stars
Small Stones 10/2015
Wildness is not something we think of intruding in our normal everyday day.
Wildness is always something someplace else, in the mountains or in the desert or someplace exotic.
Wildness,
if we will just open our eyes
and our hearts,
is right in front of us.
Small Stones 9/2015
study in blue-
the pale morning moon, the ice in the birdbath, feathers of the bluebird, your eyes
Small Stones 8/2015
I gave myself a good talking to today-
reminding myself to stop
and look
and really
see
the ordinary
may be extraordinary.
