My two boys fully dressed for the first time in days maybe weeks walked with me I held the dog pulling pawing as they ran ahead High socks and bright shoes so rare in summer kicking up dust They stopped erratically breathless from racing celebrating the green the rocks the occasional scat Much like the… Continue reading
When you’re out on that final walk with the dog later than you should be at the tail end of dusk. Drops begin to fall. Sparse and then less so. And you close your eyes for a moment as that same dog leads you with his regular series of hurried steps and pauses and the… Continue reading
That mist encountered on a spring evening just after rains trapped the warmth that chose to flow the mist that draws out those heady scents of green and earth that drapes flimsy-like loose woven linen angled gently across forest ground cover a gnarled tree looping itself out like a leg from under the covers on… Continue reading
Morning whirlwind. Cider bottling. History sharing. Jerry-rigging. Tentatively stumbling through dreams that have settled in the cracks of life. Feeling them overflow a little. Future ferments. T-shirts wet from bottle rinsing. Dried cider in hair – on skin – remnants of rogue sprays as the filter made trouble. Fresh… Continue reading
Kissed by sunbeams, breeze freed droplets offering playful surprises against my skin, head full of summer smells, and the wind so solidly at my back while running up that daunting hill heading towards home on Barrows Rd this morning that I laughed, breathlessly, out loud… Sometimes, asking for help from something greater than ourselves is… Continue reading
A friend posed the following challenge: Write a poem about your experience balancing an egg on the equinox… Wet heavy snow A cocoon for her upturned egg She’d paused momentarily considering balancing it in a pot settling the yolk on the bottom hardboiled But snow on the Vernal Equinox was enough to keep it perched… Continue reading