The crows today are building nests and bringing gifts to each other. Towhees call in the hedgerows and gather insects. As maple pendants toll excitedly in gentle breezes the air fills and expands to hold sound and scent. Spring in the Garden.
Day: April 8, 2015
NaPoWriMo 2015.2
Sunlight on the stone warms it up like an old heart hearing a happy child. Spring rains gentle on the soil carry Life. unseen, unknown, unbidden Grief and Loss whirl around trying to deny all else. Without memory of happier times, the pain would not hunt so deeply to twist the psyche. Sorrow unbidden holds […]
NaPoWriMo 2015.1
I am several days late getting started, but here is my first poem for this month! Getting back in the saddle in the groove on the road to basics to rights Is harder than it seems. On the surface the return to normal or to the accustomed should make sense. It should be easy. But […]