Category Archives: Small Stones

The Seeing

I’m on the phone with a friend who is gazing out her living room window when she notices a dead branch has fallen across a live branch in a big pine and formed a perfect cross. In the center of … Continue reading

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Small Stone – Aug 4

What I look through: this window spattered with  shadows from a million rain drops, and here, the ghosted streak of a small birdwing and two tiny brown feathers.   Wondering if we’re not always peering past some old catastrophe to … Continue reading

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All the Small Poems

Here at the window Morning watch in a late season :: poems of stone, fur, grass    

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Now The Prayers…

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October Stone

Not cold, not warm here at dawn where the light is soft green walnuts falling

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Rain like Grace Falling

I’m cutting daisies in this rain falling over the quiet morning like Sunday Grace. I’m holding utterly still breathing the scent of water and flowers The cups of the small roses reaching up Every leaf trembling  green prayers answered. -wrensong- … Continue reading

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Shape of Summer

Grass, heat and thirst sun the shade of old coins :: shape without shadow  

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Rousing the Sleeping Poet

No dolphin dreams or parrots in the dogwood to light the fires. :: Only a west wind, scent of seacoast and Redwood. . . to rouse the Poet. I’m headed to California. I’m going to meet the giant Redwood Trees. … Continue reading

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Breaking Open

There were green sheets of rain :: Wind tearing the living trees :: May’s heart breaking open

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Breakfast in Decorah

The shiny trout was still alive, flapping under her fat yellow talons, as three tiny fluffs of mottled feather chirped in hungry anticipation. You can look in, too, on the Eagle’s nest high in a cottonwood tree in northern Iowa … Continue reading

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