home is the place you feel you’ve always been ~ even when you return amidst the journey — where the hawks and sagebrush greet you with a wing and a waft ~ settling you into that singular serenity.
little things
Impressioning
Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame andlight caught in fleeting whiteof their son’s bucket hat.The Riaux Valley reflectedin stunted strokes ~its stone bluesguarded by greenand ocher offsets. In The Olive Orchard, peasant skirts and tree trunksflow by the same curves ~legs and limbs aliveunder the heat of agray … Continue reading Impressioning
look up
Gray clouds hover, sopping with nudges to bask in the sunlightin spite of the cold or in preparation for it.Lighter blues descendinto the horizon carrying white whisps as blankets for the early-setting sun.The moon waxes, its orbital gainsgrace uswith a daytime glow.Winter whispers its arrival.
women’s troubles
Rubbed wrong on city streets — damned to hobble on blistered heels. The bandage brigade soothes skin torn for Style’s sake.
numoon
a dip is a dip, skinny or not — no moon for a full moon
Staying grounded
Whether hot coals or hammocks, Fate falls on feet. In resistance or repose, the brunt of life absorbs into bones: long, short, and tightly joined by time-honed tissue – elastic and tough – attached to Tendons, immortally coined. One at a time or together in leaps, they carry and cushion our greatest defeats.
Species of Value 