Tag Archives: small stones

Small Stone – Aug 8

Sibilants: Listen! The insects still singing in the silent trees on this slow rising summer day. Advertisements

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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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Small Stone – Aug 3

Kaspa, at Writing Your Way Home, is hosting another Small Stone invitation for August. He says:  What is a small stone? A small stone is a short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment. Come on along… The airport  glittered … 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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Hopi Blue Hope

Delicate green threads of silk catching pollen and dew. Bees on tassels wave in the sun.  

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Frost at First Light

All along the fence tenacious honeysuckle fades to lighter green.

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Now The Prayers…

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Everything is Golden

Ahh… the morning light everything is golden :: sunrise and bird-call

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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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