when the morning sun touches things
they become almost holy,
a magical
mystical
miracle
The morning sun
Tag Archives: musings
An Evening in July
i sit on the balcony and watch the boats and the barges,
the goldfinches and the swallows,
a baby robin who is being fed by its mother,
flags waving in the breeze–
the dog sniffs the warm air,
a heron swoops toward the marsh,
the geese congregate,
bees circle my glass of sherry,
a man stands on a paddle board and struggles against a strong wake,
the sun sets gently
A little break
I’ll be taking a small break for the next couple of weeks.
Wishing everyone a wonderful summer.
that way
just the other day,
i heard her say,
she never meant it that way
Bon Appetit
down by the stream that feeds into the marsh,
was a little bandit raccoon–
he looked at me intensely for a stilted moment
before resuming his search for fish and frogs
Alive
i had to pull over,
put my hazard lights on,
roll my car window down,
and take an image of the sky
which was pink and blue
and yellow and completely other-worldly–
it held me captive
and made me so grateful to be
alive in that very moment
Spider
i saw the tree and the web and stepped closer–
never touching, ever wishing
i could transform into the spider living here,
between this brittle bark
and the steel grey sky
and the rippling river
and the approaching summer storm
Shelter
in the middle of a mundane conversation
with my children, i have this thought:
i will always be your shelter
Recently
bright purple flowers
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald
cedar waxwing on small ruby berries
walks along the water
turtles sunning on the edge of the marsh
bright red tomatoes with salt and olive oil
chips and home made salsa
outside cafe on a Sunday morning
making art in the afternoon
dark chocolate and croissants
small vanilla candles in the dark
1949 Ford pickup truck
river rocks in a porcelain bowl
Sometimes
sometimes it feels like we’re looking out through steel bars,
through bubbled glass
onto dry desert
and green thorns–
and sometimes it is heartbreakingly beautiful
and tragically dreadful all at once
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