Poetry Friday: The View

The View Slow river flowing white jade in the morning light; silver in the night.

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Poetry Friday: The Blue-Gray Dome

The Blue-Gray Dome I misplaced myself a little while, lay on the balcony with a jean quilt looking at the stars. The blue-gray sky domed over me, draped over the mountains and the city. Dewdrops hung from invisible strings and crickets sang a chorus of night, a song to carry my soul to sleep in … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Blue-Gray Dome

A Quick Ode to Autumn

I am so excited that autumn is finally starting to show itself in the valley! It comes with the start of school, cooling temperatures, leaves on the ground and the slow approach of the holidays. Autumn is the mother hen season, tucking us all under her wings of warm gold and brilliant auburn and rich, silky red. It's a time for hugs and … Continue reading A Quick Ode to Autumn

Poetry Friday: The Dreaming Boy

The Dreaming Boy The earth, it speaks of the dreaming boy; the trees, they echo his name. The brilliant sun in the summer sky remembers the day he came. His steps, they fell on the cobbled path in a steadily crooked beat, with a white dove in his outstretched hand and gold soles beneath his … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Dreaming Boy

Poetry Friday: Autumn’s Palette

Autumn's Palette Floating ducks on the rainbow pond of red and gold and green and blue Falling sun before long blue shadows across green grass and gray stones Flying black birds in the white sky over red and black cars Flailing brown branches in wind above white-frosted tree trunks

Death Will Grow My Jasmine

Today I opened the door and was greeted with a hearty gust of wind. It tugged on my flyaway curls and buffeted my face. The walk to the bus stop was spicier than usual, bits of dirt and leaves and twigs scratching my calves. It was the first day I wore shorts to school this … Continue reading Death Will Grow My Jasmine

To Matter

I leaned into his body with my shoulder against his chest, his arm wrapped around me as we rested against the car. Five birds, black against the pale blue and yellow sunset, flew across the scene. The world darkened and melted into gray clouds--all the world except the framed sunset with a strip of land and distant mountain separating marsh from … Continue reading To Matter