Thursday October 28, 2010
A Time Someone Said Yes
The sun said yes
this morning
to the fog.
Did you see
how beautiful
it looked
with the smoky wisps
all along the river
and Mt. Forist
drenched in sunlight
above? I had to run
to my room,
grab my camera,
and snap a picture
of all that yes.
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Monday, July 22, 2013
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Rising Early
Thursday June 9, 2011
Rising Early
I looked out my bathroom
window at the just lightening
sky and saw fog hanging
in the valley.
After my shower I looked
out, again. The mist
was lifting and clouds
we're getting coppery.
I got dressed then went
downstairs, grabbed my
camera, went out onto
the back porch
and took some pictures
of the sun trying
to burn through the haze.
Then, I turned around
and saw my granddaughter's
striped sundress
hanging on the line
and just had it snap a few
pictures of its bright
colors putting an exclamation
point on this first
paragraph of my day.
Rising Early
I looked out my bathroom
window at the just lightening
sky and saw fog hanging
in the valley.
After my shower I looked
out, again. The mist
was lifting and clouds
we're getting coppery.
I got dressed then went
downstairs, grabbed my
camera, went out onto
the back porch
and took some pictures
of the sun trying
to burn through the haze.
Then, I turned around
and saw my granddaughter's
striped sundress
hanging on the line
and just had it snap a few
pictures of its bright
colors putting an exclamation
point on this first
paragraph of my day.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Erode, Heart, Observe for 3WW
I sit in the twilight
of a rainy dawn
observing how green
everything still is.
Fat oak leaves
slapping the wind,
blades of grass
like bird beaks
open to the drops
of water from the sky,
weeds growing
like babies.
No cold temperatures
have eroded their vibrancy
yet. The heart of summer
beats strong.
of a rainy dawn
observing how green
everything still is.
Fat oak leaves
slapping the wind,
blades of grass
like bird beaks
open to the drops
of water from the sky,
weeds growing
like babies.
No cold temperatures
have eroded their vibrancy
yet. The heart of summer
beats strong.
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