
10 to 30 days are lived in the moment, by the minute–
until the end of time
photo by Guinevere Stearns
insects that look like green leaves
dreams that hang about like languid strings
soap that smell like sweet roses
laughter that soars like paper airplanes
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
he was silent
I will be taking a break for a week or so. Be well and safe and I’ll see you in these woods again soon.
nails and pins,
thumbtacks and sharp glass,
love, hate and pointed words,
needles, nettles and stingers,
truths and lies
birds, butterflies and ladybugs,
cicadas, moths, bees, wasps and bats,
ideas and airplanes,
dragons, dragonflies and dreams
spiders build webs,
with determination and drive–
one must admire their
unwavering will to survive
“Smells good, what are you baking?”
“Beads.”
“Are you the plain biscuit?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
a grasshopper visits an orange zinnia,
whispering softly to each other–
each, leaving its impression upon the other