Window Thinking
About 6 weeks ago I was walking through our backyard when I looked up and noticed a speck of a spider suspended in the air, high over my head. I stopped and studied the situation. I could not see the threads that were holding the spider hanging in the wide empty space between two trees …
It is Saturday morning and I can gratefully report that I have nearly recovered from last Sunday’s time change. When I was much younger the twice yearly time change was not a big deal, it was simply what we did when the calendar said to Spring Forward or Fall Back. I generally did not like …
suspended in spaceheld by threads I cannot seeSpider gives me pause
By the big red barnlies a lonely eggand no sort of hen in sight.
I took my sadness to the dahlia fields and let it walk in beauty.
Year after year I come to this place where Memory waits to greet me.
Walking through the pasture Grass crunches And I just got off the school bus.
The evening sun slips in through the trees and sets the crepe myrtle ablaze.
Sometimes at day’s end I sit in the barnyard with chickens and find rest.
A green galaxy expands in the garden where the moon and stars shine.
Heavy dark clouds shoved sunshine off stage thunder cracked and lightning danced in.
Tonight I held the weight of season’s change in a handful of green beans.
Tonight I remember I have been here before In the quiet dark
Sorry Colonel Sanders! Curious Chicken Bucket is the best kind!
newly feathered girls scamper across the backyardpulling rain fresh worms
Chickens venture further down the trails each day as snow slow-melts away.
locking in the memorieson the Kincaid trails with skisone last time
Sun pushes hard on the edges of dark and soon we’ll put away lights.
Since I am consistently posting 17 Beats to this space again – here’s some cut/paste from a conversation I recently had with a friend….. .…..sometimes lately i tell David – I’m gonna dump that blog entirely. just take it down. but – I also don’t want to lose what it holds . And so. I …
Taking note as this *last Alaska winter melts into memory.
packing stuff into boxes and memories into the shape of me
Small fuzzy catkins blossoms on a willow tree Spring is on its way!