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Saturday, October 24, 2020

A Cat's Tale - Cat Walks



Paw prints

in soft snow


tentative, careful

but ready to run


only hampered

by human hand and a leash.






“In the middle of a world that has always been a bit mad, 

a cat walks with confidence.”

~ Roseanne Amberson


 

Friday, October 23, 2020

Back to Basics ~ 2

I don’t like this.

this blankness

this gray-white silence

like a low thick fog

settled in my mind


letting go 

of daily episodes

storied fictional lives 

necessarily set aside

has left a void, a vacuum


Beginning again

to find the other

stories, lives and loves

gently pushes me 

back to basics.


“Check your heart and make sure your 

intention steers you in the right direction.”

~ Norhafsah Hamid, Back to Basics


 

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Evening Magic





When the evening sky glows gold and the air is crispy cool,

a cookie cutter sickle moon

waits for Peter Pan’s next visit, and 

Tinker Bell twinkles the Evening Star.






“Wait for me somewhere between reality and all we’ve ever dreamed.”

~ J.M.Barrie, Peter Pan




Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Frosting


 


When there are 

vast frosted spaces

between words

and ideas

it feels empty

until stillness

fills me up.





“Frost kills the flowers that bloom out of season….”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Michael Angelo


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Sketches


 




Dusted by snow

in early morning

this lace of a winter sky

swept stark and bare

by cold afternoon winds sketches 

beauty after golden leaves are gone.







“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

~ Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam


Monday, October 19, 2020

By a Bird Sanctuary


 




On a walk one day

when the water was calm

the wind settled and still

cattails stood guard

along a broad shore

where birds nestle to rest.






“…the long tapers of cattails

are bursting and floating away 

over the blue shoulders of the ponds….”

~ Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Volume One


Sunday, October 18, 2020

Snow Drift

 


Like dandruff

snow flakes float and drift,

brushed away by the wind

leaving grasses clean, brown and dry .



“Silently, like thoughts that come and go, 

the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.”

~ William Hamilton Gibson