the morning is my favorite time of day,
when the fog lifts and the hopefulness rises
Rising
Tag Archives: nature
Silence
it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence
Mist
the passing years haunt her,
cling to her heart–
like mist on a web
Dream
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
A little break
I will be taking a blog break and will see you again sometime next week.
Be safe and enjoy the late summer days.
See you soon friends.
Excerpt
How early in the year it begins to be late! It matters not by how little we have fallen behind: it seems irretrievably late. The year is full of warnings of its shortness, as is life.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Ferocity
she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity
Lately
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
Excerpt
The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
an early morning
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
spanishwoods 